Damn I Think I’m Crazed (Remix)

[Intro]
He's a monster
Pure psychopath
Most serial killers keep some sort of trophies from their victims
I didn't
No. No, you ate yours

[Hook: Lord Infamous, Gangsta Blac]
Damn, I think, damn, I think, damn, I think, I'm crazed
Ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm s-
Ho, I'm showin' no fuckin' love
Damn, I think, damn, I think, damn, I think, I'm crazed
Ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm s-
Ho, I'm showin' no fuckin' love
Damn, I think, damn, I think, damn, I think, I'm crazed
Ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm s-
Ho, I'm showin' no fuckin' love
Damn, I think, damn, I think, damn, I think, I'm crazed
Ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm s-
Ho, I'm showin' no fuckin' love

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Sacred Black Magic from the deadly Voodoo Powers
Secret séances performed at midnight hours
Mystic Styles of the ancient mutilations
Horrifying chaos, shackle zombies in me basement
The evil Lord Infamous will be the damn replacement
For the one called Satan when he's up on his vacation
"Thou shalt not kill" it is written in the scripture
Me murder me more victims than the one called Adolf Hitler
People want to live but they know me cannot stand it
Want to blow up every motherfucker on this planet
Booby trap ya, capture veteran intruders in me attic
Tryin' to enter apartments
While me perform devious deeds of black magic
Death shall be your fate when you wish to stop me madness
Me from Triple Six Mafia, we burn your ass to ashes
Shooting the poisonous venoms of terror
Inject it into your blood vessels Remember you fuckin' with the Triple Six
You fuckin' with the curse of the wicked black devils
Damn I'm crazed

[Hook: Lord Infamous, Gangsta Blac]
Damn, I think, damn, I think, damn, I think, I'm crazed
Ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm s-
Ho, I'm showin' no fuckin' love
Damn, I think, damn, I think, damn, I think, I'm crazed
Ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm s-
Ho, I'm showin' no fuckin' love
Damn, I think, damn, I think, damn, I think, I'm crazed
Ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm s-
Ho, I'm showin' no fuckin' love
Damn, I think, damn, I think, damn, I think, I'm crazed
Ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm s-
Ho, I'm showin' no fuckin' love

[Verse 2: D.J. Paul]
Glock 19 in the stash spot of the cutlass
These niggas don't want no problems with me
These haters they way too gutless, they nutless
Can't fuck with, my Triple Six Mafia and they know this shit
Every time we do a show in the town, nigga we way too thick
Thick as a motherfuckin' Heinz ketchup, you niggas are too far behind to catch up
Even if I was nice enough to lecture these suckas would run out of breath, get 'em stretchers
No more leisure's, no more talk
Just run up on they ass and leave 'em with chalk
[?] is that what you've been taught?
Is your mind right? Is you on some bath salt?
I'm pullin' out AKs, like it's a Mayday
You nigga don't play straight, so you gotta vacay
Blow off your fuckin' face and I won't hesitate
Unload the clip, niggas know I'ma regulate
Bitch

[Hook: Lord Infamous, Gangsta Blac]
Damn, I think, damn, I think, damn, I think, I'm crazed
Ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm s-
Ho, I'm showin' no fuckin' love
Damn, I think, damn, I think, damn, I think, I'm crazed
Ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm s-
Ho, I'm showin' no fuckin' love
Damn, I think, damn, I think, damn, I think, I'm crazed
Ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm s-
Ho, I'm showin' no fuckin' love
Damn, I think, damn, I think, damn, I think, I'm crazed
Ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm showin', ho, I'm s-
Ho, I'm showin' no fuckin' love