MR MEMPHIS MASSACRE

Aye-aye

What the fuck?

(Hitkidd, what it do, man?) Huh

G I live, G I die

Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho

Buck, buck, buck, here I come

Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die

Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho

Buck, buck, buck, here I come

Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die

Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho

Buck, buck, buck, here I come

Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die

Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho

Buck, buck, buck, here I come

Mr. Memphis Massacre

I'm back, and don't give a fuck

Come play with Duke Deucifer

Back to gettin' the clubs crunk

Get bucked if you think you tough

Buck, buck, what the fuck?

Get hit with the 12 slugs

'Bout action, no cappin'

I'm packin' and mackin'

But stomped 'em like a damn rug

Triple M, Triple M, Triple M, bitch

Told you hoes, dont fuck with them-

Criminal, criminal, criminals, bitch

Hell yeah, bitch, I buck with them

Drop a stack on your hat, you a motherfuckin' rat

Let them cats put your ass on your motherfuckin' back

It's a bird, it's a plane, hell nah, it's a pack

That's a fact, I'm a Mac, I ain't never gon' slack

I-I talked to my witch and she said I'ma blow up

Sacrifice my friends

I'll be wealthy, but so lonesome

Lord, I'm so gifted

I see things before they come up

Ancestors protectin' me

So, I always be one-up (what the fuck?)

G I live, G I die

Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho

Buck, buck, buck, here I come

Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die

Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho

Buck, buck, buck, here I come

Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die

Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho

Buck, buck, buck, here I come

Mr. Memphis Massacre

G I live, G I die

Ain't shit gon' change, you know me, ho

Buck, buck, buck, here I come

Mr. Memphis Massacre

Psychopath Deucifer lookin' like Lucifer

Got me buck wild, and I think I'm influenced

05/01/1992, far from a coward

Boy buck like a bull

Memphis my city, Blackhaven the illest

We known for them killings

They say that we cruel

Saturday night, we be pimpin' on Beale Street

Plenty freak hoes for **** to pull

Drippin', no droppin', strap tight with that Glocky

These hoes on my dick, 'cause I'm as clean as a deacon

Back in the day, ho, you know you wouldn't talk to me

Watch, I walk past ya'

No, I'm not speakin'

Not tryna' compare myself to Jesus

God got me walkin' this Earth for a reason

Duke Deuce, he cool 'til he turn to a demon

See that they dead, but why you keep squeezin'?

Steady droppin' nukes, Lord, what they gon' do

When I take the game over for the twenty-deuce-deuce?

Pull up in a coupe, no roof with my troops

Fuck **** gon' poof 'cause they know they gon' shoot

Still ridin' clean, gettin' neck like a crew

While you fuck **** hatin' with your lame ass crew

Made Men Mafia, ain't no blockin' us

Say fuck us, it's been "Fuck you," bitch