Skit (Outro, Volume 8 - Side A) lyrics
by Juicy J
[Spoken Word: Juicy J]
Psst, psst, ay, n*gga, I'm your worst nightmare
So raise your motherf*ckin ass up
Yeah, Juicy "Low Down" motherf*ckin J, in this b*tch, for the nine trey
Sayin' what's up, to the Triple 6 Mafia and the Soldiers from the Northside
D-Magic, Project motherf*ckin' Pat, Patrice Ray
My n*gga out there in Smokey City, Big Chuckie in this b*tch
My n*gga Andre Guaps, you know I'm sayin'
Gotta say what's up, to all the motherf*ckers, that stayed down from day one
And don't forget about that motherf*ckin' Project Pat solo tape, comin' out soon for you ass, yeah
Escape From Hell, Volume motherf*cki' eight, hehehe
You still think about this b*tch, motherf*cker
You still ain't escaped, you still doin' the same ol' sh*t
Escape from hell, escape from hell, escape from hell