[Gangsta Boo]  I tried to warn 'em now they gunna   Feel the bitches of the devil's daughter  Horror all because they followed up from sites so quick in sorrow  There is no tomorrow   Armageddon is here to close it and  Smoking on some green  Thinking of a plan to rob a man  ScareCrow my nigga, do you think that I can do this shit?  Do you think I can get away so smooth after I hit this bitch?  It can be done so all for one and one for fucking all  Who got them 9s? Who got them Tecs? Fuck alla y'all!    [ScareCrow]  Psychodelical spirits they spiral inside a kaleidoscope   What would happen if I traveled back in time,  And replaced the Ten Commandments with something I wrote?   The world warfare ended some thousands of years ago by  the rapper Lord Infamous ScareCrow   Happiness is not even an option my friend it is  something that you'll never know  Believe superstitious swampbies and zombies, sea  monsters and sorcery,   Witches, genies, be-witches   Give the ScareCrow permission   Keys to the door way from all the regions of your mind  I explain the unexplainable myths and times    [Chorus: Scarecrow (repeat 4X)]  Triple 6 is my mindstate  Pre-occupied with devil shit   Trying to survive through this crime rate     [DJ Paul]  Sitting on the porch   Trying to torch  To the light green   Weed then proceed  To my mission as I allocate  Meanwhile the sunset  Trees blowing spookiness  Twist the doorknob, torn my bible inside was the massive Tec  So I snooped   Coop and boop  Load up and take a two with me man  Key to the ceiling is what they got for me to come a weary saint  Kick some doors  Put some hoes  On some mother fucking floors  Giving a mother fucking ching, ching hoe before you go and smoke    [Koopsta Knicca]  Forget yo G's, forget yo dead  Where your little kids at?  Half a bag of the hally place 'em with them glocks and tags  Sad to see they killed the nigga was innocent, though  he was guilty they figured   Not knowing that he was a mafia member   A mafia member fell tossed in the river  Using his skull   Denting his wood  Blood scattered all over the place no one scared for  someone that saw all they face  None of them got them a murder case  Laying in disguise   Get the Lies out they minds  As they fly high wide  In disguise hoping they eyes do not turn white    [Chorus]    [Juicy J]  Is it Friday the 13th?  Are you niggas scared?  As I cock my gun back   Put a bullet through your head  I split them dreads  Whatever, whatever  You better beware  The evilest scare   Leave nothing but shells and gun smoke in the air  I got them glocks  So if you run you'll hear them pop  And then you'll drop  I'll come up on you and never stop  Till I reach that point  To wipe you out you hoes and haters  Smoke you like joints  You should have prayed to God to save ya    [Crunchy Black]  It was on a Sunday night a nigga hit Paul back  He said he had a job for us to do to meet him at the  Hardy's on the Mart to deal mo crack  My girl beeped me she told me paul was on his fucking way  Hit me on his cellular phone, big balling down Parkway  Paul rode up in a viper man  I jumped on the passenger seat   and that's when he like started to explain  How we gunna touch these hoes  Shake them hoes   Put 'em in a viper trunk  Roll 'em to our stash spot   And then we cut they body up