Feed ’Em 2 Da Maggots lyrics

[Intro]
Feed 'em to the, feed 'em to the, feed 'em to the maggots (Blay!)
Feed 'em to the, feed 'em to the, feed 'em to the maggots (Soze)

[Hook: Lord Infamous] 2x
I'm baggin' 'em, I'm taggin' 'em, feed 'em to the maggots
Spill a faggots cabbage, I'm a rabid havoc savage
Executioner, I'll drop yo head in a basket
This arsenal will make you ashes like a fire dragon

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
(?) murderer, blood on the pentagram
I am the Son of the Sam
The Green River killer, the satanic n*gga
You enter the mind of the massacre n*gga
... coffin
The 20 gauge sawed off to blow off yo jaw
When I'm blowin' a ounce of bolivian rock
And sippin' on yo bloody broth
Murder more n*ggas than holocaust
Plasma sauce, limbs lost
Fatal the injuries you are receivin'
Get hit with the (?) of the Infamous wars
b*tches fill they mouth from this reptile from the nile
Crow the predator on the prowl - hydrocodone crocodile
Launchin' your head into orbit
Hundred round drum and I make you absorb it
No facial features, you look kinda morbid
Slaughter your family and make you record it
At the damn funeral playin' the organ
n*ggas don't want no damn part of this torment
With these slugs n*ggas soarin'
Keep the parking lot dormant
[Verse 2: Youngin]
You pus*y n*ggas be killin' me
Your brains on the floor what they finna see
Got a hitlist for my enemies
When I kill 'em slow trick, then I watch 'em bleed
I told you before, ain't gon' stoppin' me
You crossed the line (?)
Lord forgive me as they beg and plead
As my hand on the trigger, I f*cking squeeze
Youngin unload on that mofo
That sawed-off, that's a big hoe
Then I ball off on a bankroll
Gotta get go, gotta lay low
n*gga, yeah, you ain't no killa
f*ck around b*tch, have yo head gone n*gga
Killin' sh*t, no witnesses
Youngin - Manson

[Hook: Lord Infamous]

[Verse 3: Advocate]
I walk up to yo eyes (?) numeral, wrote my hitlist in numeral
I pay ya funeral
Got my glass half empty like a pessimist
Hoe you should have never messed with this
In a legion now, like an exorcist
b*tch I hope you rest in p*ss
Severed appendages, tendons and ligaments
Like Mortal Kombat with fatal finishes
Facial disfigurement, your death is imminent
(?) comin', you can not get rid of it
Advocate, Youngin and Infamous
Leavin' 'em (?)
Slaughter the (?)
And they last sentences
...
Venomous nemesis, this is my genesis
[Outro, repeating]
Feed 'em to da maggots