Land of the Lost (feat. Crystal Ball Ant)

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Deep down south bodies lost and they never found
Land of the lost
Fienin'-Fienin' for a body drop, it's bout to be a holocaust
Deep down south bodies lost and they never found
Land of the lost
Fienin'-Fienin' for a body drop, it's bout to be a holocaust
I'm pulling the trigger point blank range, walking nightmare prone to bad dreams
Coming up with the cash in hand imagining a murda scene
Scanless schemes, murder first degree, I'm planning an armed robbery
Fresh outta jail, still on bail, ain't no stopping me
Runnin' from the motherfuckin' five-o, police bitches they can't f*ck with this
Cross this click your death wish, you gon end up on a crucifix
The voodoo village villain never ever gonna shoot and miss
And even Freddy Krueger ain't as ruthless as my Ruger is
Deep off in the country, southern motherfuckas on the map
Heavy chevy ridin' twenties with the chrome thang in my lap
Straps equipped with massive clips so tell them feds to kiss my ass
I'm quick to blast, betta watch yo back before I rat-tat peel your cap
So fall up off that dope, before I slit your throat
Head in a Glad bag buried up the road
Land of the lost, parts unknown
You might make it here but you won't make it home
Deep down south bodies lost and they never found
Land of the lost
Fienin'-Fienin' for a body drop, it's bout to be a holocaust
Deep down south bodies lost and they never found
Land of the lost
Fienin'-Fienin' for a body drop, it's bout to be a holocaust
Skeletons up on a wall and they callin' after me
This the land of the lost, no need for autopsies, g
I've been chosen for this path, in my hand the mystic style
As I carry out the wrath, tie your body up in half
Mask on my fuckin' face, pull the blade up out my cloak
Tie you to a fuckin' chair and I slice your fuckin' throat
You ain't neva seen a holocaust, watch how I get down
Many bodies on the floor, in the mist you see me smile
Hear the growl from the chamber, don't entice my fuckin' anger
Cross the path of a stranger, he don't know his life in danger
Silence of the Lambs, by the way I'm so mischievous
Steppin' all on sticks, but he still can't hear us creepin' up
And it's kinda wild when the victim gaggin' on his blood
Stomp his fuckin' face, then I bury him up in the mud
Up in the dirty south, never come out, out the dark
Cuz we be kidnappin' niggas body parts up in a jar
Deep down south bodies lost and they never found
Land of the lost
Fienin'-Fienin' for a body drop, it's bout to be a holocaust
Deep down south bodies lost and they never found
Land of the lost
Fienin'-Fienin' for a body drop, it's bout to be a holocaust

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