This Ain’t lyrics

[Intro: Lord Infamous]
Yeah, Scarecrow, Enigma, Big Stang, Black Rain

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
I slap you so hard that your f*cking head will spin around on your neck
You standing there sellin' them wolf tickets b*tch and you 'bout to get shanked in the chest
What a mess, b*tch n*ggas get blessed when they feel my fatal caress
1-5 Carbon .223's end up meltin' in your flesh
Oh my God, you lil pus*y ass n*gga, I swear you don't want no damn parts
I knock your weak ass out the park, I will stomp your damn brains out you f*ckin' retard
I snatch out your heart, slap pistola and crease yo block
Put a shot into your top, f*ckin' with Ricky Ramrod
L-O-R-D not D-R-E but I let the bass go
Trip - pistol grip, there your f*ckin' face go
n*gga you better come get up with me if I have to come get up and see about you
I kill your mammy, your sister, your brother, your cousin, your niece and nephew