[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 who's 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 you're 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, eyeballs red, poppin' off them junt

Homicidal thoughts they fill my head, it makes my body numb

Yeah, don't 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 'til 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 'cross your face and watch you hit the dust

I'm just a loose screw, run your mouth you're bound to drop

Buster, quit that talkin', do some work, it's time to walk it out

Petrified, shakin' in your boots off in the alleyway

Thinkin' 'bout 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, it's rainin' blood

You claim you makin' a stang, but I wish you would

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