-Warlock 2-How can you have faith in a godThat can not even control creationHow can he lead you to salvationThere is no hope in chaos-onlyWelcome to the other side of realityAnd this is your eternity (eternity)(Juicy-J)\nThe end of the world\nI can see it comin\'\nSo I pack my nine millimeters and I start\nHuntin\'\nFor these niggas that talk shit\nMan these hoes will never quit until ya\nLeave\'em hangin\' from a tree or thrown\nIn a ditch\nWhich one of you\nNiggas think you really got them guts\nTo walk up to his house, knock on his door\nLet\'em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge\nBacked up by an A-K\nFore you go to bed at night you bitches\nBetter kneel and pray\nCause when it\'s business\nWe takin\' care our business\nI\'m cappin\' on any punk witness\nOr any foo wanna get in it\nMan this shit is real\nNot them stories youput in your raps\nNot even that bullshit you talk behind\nA nigga back\nLet me make it simple and plain\nRun up and you\'ll get your brains-blown\nTo the side of the curb with that plastic\nThang-thang meaning glock 19\nWith the 20 clipYou don\'t wanna fuck with thisYou don\'t wanna fuck with thisChorus x4\nTherefore all you clicks, and you clans\nAnd you crews\nFuckin\',fuckin\' with this click\nAnd we gon\' bring it to your ass\n\n(Koopsta Knicca)\nMan for a pety crime I swear I\'ll die\nBefore I do some time\nBitch the Koopsta massive when I murder\nWith the muthafuckin\' plastic nine\nCorpses that wetortured in the chevy\nVoices won\'t let me rest\nCould this be the end yet\nOr a message sent from Satan (nigga omens)\nThey open the gates of horror\nFor them horror lords\nWe tortured the cases who arrested\nThe faces of triple six\nDevil shit sorcerer\n(Kill that bitch, chop that bitch)\nOr you might get caught on a crucifix\nI\'m sick of that burning inside of my\nCradle I\'m wishin\' that He could just come\nYet\nThis nina gots no trigger so I\'m clickin\'\nReal quick like a serial killa mon\'\nStraight from that south for real\'a\nI\'ll buck you dead my nigga\nAnd it\'s a shame when I dropped\'em off\nThe break maneIn return I got no thangs\nI went in dark room fool Koop be jackin\'\nFor their thang\nEverytime I see\'s you slippin\'\nI go and load up my Mac-10 (Mac-10)\nVictims of my devil\'s playground\nCome burn with me until the end\n\nChorus x4\n\n(Lord Infamous)\nTossin\' the dead body over my shoulder\nAnd sure to breakout with my shovel\nOr let evil look forward\nAnd I start to dig up and toss in the body\nAnd give up more money as bank of the sore\nThree seperate bodies hacked up with a axe\nAnd I think a big sack\nBeen chewed up by rats\nI\'m just writing these poems\nThey bring to renown cause a triple six\nNight to rescore\nSplit rists with nee-dles in my fists\nAnd amidst\', thy clicks, of tricks\nNo I\'m not a Christian\nBut I\'m mentally ill and I don\'t\nUnderstand all the reasons\nWell I think it\'s killin\' season\nAnd neither does my schitzophrenic friends\nSo therefore nigga due to my mental\nDefocalty\nScarecrow is only entertained\nBy helping enemies bleed\nLet all the bodies soak in all the blood\nLet\'s go smoke with that chick with no pity\nI bloody cut chop up they shell goes in\n20 gauge\nFinally thinkin\' like I was fright-nit-ting\nI\'m havin\'no thoughts\nOf the lives I\'ve done lost\nWhen I\'m blazin\' the streets withgauge fire\nCause I\'m havin\' a halloween slaughter\nIt turned my gun focal\nJust thank Micheal Myers\nNo mutilation\'s paralyzations\nGot no patience when I\'m chasin\'\nDown a patient\nTryin\' to thwart assassination\n\nChorus x4\n\n(Dj Paul)\nI\'m on a cross Lucifer please cut me free (cut me free)\nI\'ll draw yourportrait if you pull these nails out my feet (nails out my feet)\nMy cross turns upside down\nAnd finally I\'m loose\nI flip the land and released the others who sinned, tha Scarecrow and the Juice\nI look to the sky and all I could say was\n\"Finally it\'s on again\"\nNo lord could stop us now\nCause the demons reborn again\nMy praise\nThe first power found me\nSo I could never coward out\nA mind for murder but the barrel couldn\'t tell you half about this antichrist\nLook into my eyes tell me what you see\nThe demonic man about scarecrowism\nSaints can you feel me\nI try for years and years\nSinkin\' this one day of depression\nStormy weather and church bells\nRingin\' to the election of a new-follower\nFollow me into the trees\nWatch me rob Adam\nAnd watch me rape Eve\nIn this eve of destruction\nMost will probably wonder\nWill Dj Paul, the Triple Six click\nAnd Hell take\'them under\n\n-Laughter-\n\n(Juicy J)\nBitch, now never\n\n-Laughter-\n\n-Sounds of rain and church bells fade-\n\nWarlock 2 House of 1000 corpses Halloween rob zombie Texas chainsaw massacre pulp fiction people under the stairs children of the corn saw 3 training day requiem for a dream horror movies click, dis, fiction, fuckin, halloween, horror, horrorcore, mafia, mystic, pulp, rap, rob, six, stylez, three, triple, wit, zombie