[Intro: Big Hoodoo]
Guess who's back?
Welcome to Asylum
[Verse 1: Big Hoodoo]
Hollow tips leave a nigga leaking on the floor (that's what he get)
That's what he get for even speaking to a carnivore
I stay ready for battle, there's no beefing with the Lord of War
Blood flows at a moments notice, Lord knows that I'm one of the coldest
Soulless so it's a [folice?] that I'm still living
They never wanted me to make it
Surrounded by hell and nature
Was drowning but I escaped
They still ain't made it off the block
I ain't never take no shots but I done gave out a few
For speaking down upon my name I blow the brain out a fool
Cause Hoodoo carry guns too (don't get it fucked up)
They'll never find you, must I remind you
That-that I'm from the murder men, guns you never heard of spitting
Ripping off yo legs, a couple extra shots to knock yo homie out his Js (out his Js)
I'm from where they prey on the weak
P-put the key to your cheek
S-spray your smile all over the street
In real time poison yo mind
My rhymes are like the antidote
The mental blockage from all that garbage that you've been hearing
That's interfering with that real ill, I am the real deal
Bad ties in the wicked ways
Dark side I play wicked games
New terror, on yo head like a new error
Hard as nails from the gate, my fate was written in stone
On two tablets
True savage
Snatched his soul without leaving a scar
Who we are is not to be questioned, I'm destined to die like Jimi Hendrix overdosing on the music
I'm gone
From massive hinges my revenge is resurrection Domination over my section
Killing the game y'all gon' need protection
Making my leg, don't change my direction
Repping hard from my block (seven mile)
To yo hood, so nigga tell me what you know, good
I'm looking for some bad bitches and something that blow good
Holler if ya feel me
Fuck these haters trynna kill me
Psychopathic til' I'm laid in a casket or straight-jacket (jacket)
Hahaha
Yeah
[Chorus]
Arms wrapped around my chest and a vest to keep me from Wallace
They lock the pen and pad at home cause they fear what's inside of our ears
They try to fight it but they can no longer hide it
I'm psychopathic there's no denying
Trynna handcuff, put me straight in the asylum
Arms wrapped around my chest and a vest to keep me from Wallace
They lock the pen and pad at home cause they fear what's inside of our ears
They try to fight it but they can no longer hide it
I'm psychopathic there's no denying
Trynna handcuff, put me straight in the asylum
[Outro: Big Hoodoo]
They call me [our people?]
