[Verse 1: Baker Ya Maker]

2 spooky for the world

Lock me up and toss the key

The madness isn’t sadness this is just my sanity

As I creep one by one counting victims for the fun

Okie doke grab the rope break ya neck before ya choke

Cut the lights..

I hear the voices in the dark they plotting on my death cause I’m infested at the heart

No hope for my soul what they said from start

Now my futures in the dungeon on a bed of body parts

Chase you within your dreams you running while in place

Screams try to come out but the efforts just a waste

Cuts coming from no place rip the skin right off your face

Pullin nails yankin teeth so sadistic with my taste

Homicide on the rise by the violence of our kind

It’s a cat and mouse game and I’m the dog here to bite

Cut throat razor blades now it’s time to set the stage

Come and witness to the rage of a misfit on the slay

Broken bones lead the path to my cave

I don’t think your ready for an early grave

So let this be a warning it’s your lucky day go and pray

Cause next time I promise you won’t get away

[Verse 2: HYDRA MANE]

Smokin on a bag

Eye balls red

Poppin off the junt

Homicidal thoughts

They fill my head

It makes my body numb

Yeah dont test me punk

Watch your step I'm bound to pop

All I hear is talkin from your side

But me I know you lyin

And if you're feelin lucky come and do your thing

Fuckin with the h y d r a

I'll catch you slippin mane

Naw I ain't gon rob you

I'll just stab you till your liver fades

And if you wanna step on like a man I'm down to hit the paint

In my veins flows a deadly urge to fight so knuckle up

Bitch I'll put this bow right across your face and watch you hit the dust

I'm just a loose screw

Run yo mouth you're bound to drop

Busta quit the talkin do some work it's time to walk it out

Petrified shakin in your boots

Off in the alleyway

Thinkin about those options that I gave you like the other day

But it's too late

All I see is red I've done made up my mind

You should of thought about it

Now this blade I'll press between your spine

Yeah I heard it through the grapevine that you wanted smoke well come and get it

I'm gon' lay it the fuck down

We buck wild

Off in the south

Its rainin blood

You claim you makin a stang

But I wish you would

It's the 3