Fuckin' Wit Dis Click

[Intro: Warlock]

How can you have faith in a God

That cannot even control creation

How can he lead you to salvation

There is no hope in chaos, only in order

Welcome to the other side of reality

Then this is your eternity

Eternity

[Verse 1: Juicy J]

The end of the world, I can see it comin'

So I pack my nine millimeters and I start huntin'

For these niggas that talk shit, mane, these hoes'll never quit

Until you leave 'em hangin' from a tree or thrown in a ditch

Which one of you niggas think you really got them guts

To walk up to his house, knock on his door

Let 'em feel the buck shots of a twelve gauge, backed up by an A-K

'Fore you go to bed at night, you bitches better kneel and pray

'Cause when it's business, we takin' care of business

I'm clappin' on any punk witness, or any fool wanna get in it

Mane, this shit is real, not them stories you put in your raps

Not even that bullshit you talk behind a nigga back

Let me make it simple and plain; run up and you'll get your brains

Blown to the side of the curb with that plastic thang-thang

Meanin' Glock nineteen with a twenty clip

You don't wanna fuck with this, you don't wanna fuck with this

[Refrain: Point Blank]

So for all you cliques, and you clans, and you crews

Fuckin'-fuckin' with this clique, and we gon' bring it to yo' ass!

So for all you cliques, and you clans, and you crews

Fuckin'-fuckin' with this clique, and we gon' bring it to yo' ass!

So for all you cliques, and you clans, and you crews

Fuckin'-fuckin' with this clique, and we gon' bring it to yo' ass!

So for all you cliques, and you clans, and you crews

Fuckin'-fuckin' with this clique, and we gon' bring it to yo' ass!

[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca]

Man, for a petty crime, I swear I'll die before I do some time

Bitch, the Koopsta massive when I'm buckin' with the mothafuckin' plastic nine

Corpses that we tortured in the shed, their voices won't let me rest

Could this be the end yet or a message sent from Satan? Nigga omens

They open the gates of horror for them overlords

We tortured the cases who arrested the faces of

Triple 6 Devil Shit sorcerers, kill that bitch, chop that bitch

Or you might just call it a crucifix

Sick of that burnin' inside of my cradle

I'm wishin' that he could just come

Yet, this nina gots no trigger, so I'm clickin' real quick like a serial killa

I'm straight from the South for real-uh, I'll buck you dead, my nigga

And it's a shame when I dropped 'em off the Blacklane

In return I got no thangs, y'all went in dark room, fool, Koop be jackin' for their thang

Every time I see you slipping, I go and go load my Mac-10 (Mac-10)

Victims of my Devil's playground, come burn with me until the end

[Refrain: Point Blank]

So for all you cliques, and you clans, and you crews

Fuckin'-fuckin' with this clique, and we gon' bring it to yo' ass!

So for all you cliques, and you clans, and you crews

Fuckin'-fuckin' with this clique, and we gon' bring it to yo' ass!

So for all you cliques, and you clans, and you crews

Fuckin'-fuckin' with this clique, and we gon' bring it to yo' ass!

So for all you cliques, and you clans, and you crews

Fuckin'-fuckin' with this clique, and we gon' bring it to yo' ass!

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]

Totin' the dead body over my shoulder

Into the graveyard with my shovel and pitchfork

Lookin' for a nice spot to dig up, then I toss in the body

And get 'em more muddy as bank o' the shore

Three separate bodies hacked up with a axe

And I think a big sack had been chewed up by rats

I'm just writing these poems they bring to renown

'Cause I drove a steak knife through their skull

Split wrists with needles in my fists

And amidst', thy cliques of tricks

No, I'm not a Christian

But I'm mentally ill

And I don't understand all the reasons why I think it's killin' season

And neither does my schizophrenic friends

So therefore, nigga, due to my mental difficulty

Scarecrow is only entertained by helping enemies bleed

Let all the bodies soak in all the blood

It's the smoke that they chase for no pity

I bloody cut chop up they chest

It's the 20 gauge fire, they dyin' like I was Frank Nitti

I'm havin' no thoughts of the lives I've done lost

When I'm blazin' that stupid gauge fire

'Cause I'm havin' a Halloween slaughter in town

Mothafucka just like Michael Myers

There were mutilations, paralyzations, got no patience

When I'm chasin' down a patient, tryin' to thwart assassination

[Refrain: Point Blank]

So for all you cliques, and you clans, and you crews

Fuckin'-fuckin' with this clique, and we gon' bring it to yo' ass!

So for all you cliques, and you clans, and you crews

Fuckin'-fuckin' with this clique, and we gon' bring it to yo' ass!

So for all you cliques, and you clans, and you crews

Fuckin'-fuckin' with this clique, and we gon' bring it to yo' ass!

So for all you cliques, and you clans, and you crews

Fuckin'-fuckin' with this clique, and we gon' bring it to yo' ass!

[Verse 4: DJ Paul]

I'm on a cross, Lucifer, please cut me free (Cut me free)

I'll draw your portrait if you pull these nails out of my feet (Nails out of my feet)

My cross turns upside down and finally I'm loose

I flip the land and released the others who sin; the Scarecrow and the Juice

I look to the sky and all I could say was "Finally, it's on again"

No Lord could stop us now, 'cause the demons reborn again

My praise, the first power found me so I could never cower

Without a mind for murder

But the Bible couldn't tell ya half about this antichrist

Look into my eyes, tell me what you see

The demonic man of massacrism, saints, can you feel me?

I traveled years and years, sinkin' this one day of depression

Stormy weather and church bells ringin' to the election

Of a new follower, follow me into the trees

Watch me rob Adam and watch me rape Eve

In this eve of destruction, bustas will probably wonder

With DJ Paul, the Triple Six clique

And Hell take them under

Ahahahaha

Bitch

Now never

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