There's that evil, evil membership
There's that evil, evil membership
There's that evil, evil membership
There's that evil, evil Memphis, yeah
This, that, evil, evil Memphis, yeah
I'm, I'm down in Wichita, yo
Leave a shadow down the line with white chalk
Creepin' out the dark, lurkin' and aimin' through the Memphis fog
Pistols on my hand, cold hands, I can't understand
Takin' all loot and leaving rivals buried under sand
Track on Pepe Lunatic, creeping night, with that thang
When my mind click, I start to trip and hear the metal bang
So go ahead, n*gg* try to buck, don't you test my luck
