Victum E

This that evil, evil Memphis shit. This that evil, evil Memphis shit. This that evil, evil Memphis shit. This that evil, evil Memphis shit. I'm, I'm huntin' with the yo, leave a shadow Down the line with white chalk. Creepin' out the dark, lurkin' and aimin' through The Memphis fog. Mist is on my hands, Cold hands, I can't understand. Takin' all the loot and leavin' rivals buried under Sand. Crack on Pappy lunatic, creepin' night with That thang. When my mind click, I start to Trip and hear the metal bang. So go ahead, nigga, try to buck, Don't you test my luck. Try to run up on me and get served Just like piece of luck. Fuck my guy, robbin' my daily job when I Start to mob. Came to fold, walkin' outside the Store, that trick is gettin' robbed. Jump over fence, tell that busta, "Drop it off, Break yourself." Nigga, don't you scream or try to Yell 'cause can't nobody help. Swamp the scene, get the green, hit the clique, Step back up. You can run and tell the Police who done it, I don't give a fuck. Eat them another stain, gotta step up my game. Body parts get rearranged, creepin' out the Memphis Rain. This that evil, evil Memphis shit. This that evil, evil Memphis shit. This that evil, evil Memphis shit. This that evil, evil Memphis Shit