Beautiful Creatures - Wasted lyrics

Pickin up the murder scripts so come and dish it for the role in the code of

The muthafuckin triple six sitcom

All niggas catchin the infection from the regent come alongafor the mark on

Your armit’s a ear com

Ball on to the next centurymiseryscarecrow got a murder that is goin down

In history

A train from the northa train from the souththe east and westthey all

Collided all them niggas diecuz there greed and pride

Cuz I will pursue youscrew you put a slug through you that voodoo bruetally

Ride

Im the seventh of the signI’m the sniper you cant findand my slug made of

Shiny jewelry

Mr. boogie manfee fi fo fum

I smell some money in his handtake his side arm

I don’t give I fuck about yo side u could be from l.amiamaor the n.y

Chorus (2x)

We gonna take you to the triple six club house

We got a plot for you already dug out

I’m gonna run outside man

And pop these thangs

Wanna wanna come play in a black reign

Herses driving round yo househoodoo hexvoodoo dolls bouncin on yo bed

Throwin devil sets

Sick sadistic nothin up my sleevemuddy bootsblazin crickets call me crow

Vorhees plaaay!

Crow got a lust for the devilish bustand the triple six crushand I touch

Like malichi

Rollin every spotlookin fo yo ass and we highwith the infered sewn in his

Flesh just like some fuckin disco lights

We gonna cut u into itty bitty partsleave me on your side of town where they

Keep the graveyards

Crush plants dead rats lots of trash empty shells crack cells city streets

Black males foind in blood trails

Aint enough mail for all ya’’ to prevail

So that we can put to sleepand they smell why they pale

Sippin on the salty wines of ya sweet salty blood

My name is scarecrow bitchyou’re welcome to my club!

Chorus (2x)