[Chorus x3]
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps


[juicy j]
5 a-m in the mornin'

^!$$% heard them tones pumpin' like a thousand-five cannons
^!$$% gettin' it on
Peep out the window, i was solo flashin'in the streets

Caught by cops
I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty sheets
Right they $$# chevy drove by bout' seventy shotguns

Loaded for your roller
Put em' straight to sleep
Hollow points hit my $#&@in' window

Make you think your through
Like it's the forth of july
With them ^!$$%s spook

I wish the folks would hurry up
I @@#! my gun back with my thumb
^!$$% rowdy rowdy like it's north memphis, vietnam

As i gotta check to take a look and then fired back
I realized i was out numbered
In a deadly trap


[scarecrow]
Three 6 mafia, prophet posse, killa kaze

With the shotties
Leave your chest cavity
Stoppin' at the autopsy

I slaughter
And i can't help but notice all your pain
When the monsters got that clappin', clappin', clappin'

On them thangs man
We hear the gunshots
^!$$% bang diggy dank

Got a shank full of thangs
And it is kind of insane
I scarecrow with mystical styles

^!$$%s are getting buck wild
Look at my dirty fouls
Bodies are stacked up by pounds

You wanna $#&@ with me player
First you must say a lil' prayer
Ask the ^!$$% over there

Yeah, that be my preacher there
^!$$%s are all actin' (??)
Grow up actin' now fight

Infamous buckin' all night
Burnin' em' after a light


[Chorus x2]

[crunchy blac]

Slip, slide come and take a ride
To my $#&@in' stash pile
^!$$% you can't hide

It's a mug crunchy got a tug
Stuff a ^!$$% in my trunk
Told ya'll ^!$$%s what

Crunchy ain't no $#&@in' !@^%
Get down on that floor
(*##$ i want more (more)

(*##$ now give me more
Give me chocolate chunk (*##$, i (*##$ i kill you more
They pay, that pay that five

Now (*##$ i want some more
All i wanna feel
Is some mother$#&@in' rain

Let it rain mother$#&@er, let it rain (gon' let it rain)
See you inside by the game that i spit
Never ever in your life

Can you ever get with this

[dj paul]

Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
Where the keys to room 2-10

I got thugs with price tage bout' to get in
We heard it's goin' down, tricks about 2 mil
Feel, the $#&@in' prophet posse get ya killed
^!$$%, we got 40 cals' to your face
Na'ad mean

Three 6 leave no $#&@in' trace
It takes more gunshots for these boys to save ya
Me and crunchy chunk ya' over like white with a razor
Several automatics in a blazer
Before we bump you off

Give me that plate and the lazer

[Chorus...till fade]