[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]

Somebody gotta tell me why my pockets ain’t lined with nothing

Got me contemplating about doing a crime or something

I think about it three weeks, and all that I could come up with

Is liquor store hold-ups, back to drinking O.E

Lights about to get shut off, gas tank is on E

And my bitch is on my heels, but this ain’t where she want to be

Nigga, I can do better, keep running through my mind and

And now I’m locked in this room on some solitary confine shit

Plottin’ a quick come up, and thinkin’ ‘bout where my kid’s next meal gon’ come from

And nigga then it hit me, all I need is a costume and mask to conceal this

Bring up massive destruction as this bad superhero

Days late to complete, with a kay drape in the feet

And a AK for the heat, not a safe place in the streets

Thinkin’ payback’s sweet and it’s time to punish y’all

Standing at the mirror as the bloodhound, underdog

[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]

I don’t want to, do the things I do

Why would I want to, do these things to you

Yeah, I’ma have to get bloody buddy

Motherfuckers won’t love me

I could really get ugly muddy

Silly like that putty Kutty

We gon’ have to get bloody plucky

Knocking him out like we go, he know, he go

Hard like mad niggas, bad superhero

[Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun]

I can't afford to go small

Either get nothing or get it all

Think about it, turned around

Finished 'em all

Wrong night to work the late shit

Escape with two trash bags full of cash

Stabbed to the pad, hop the stash bag fully macked

Ready to do another

Getting easier and easier

The moment I shot a brother, didn't even think of reasoning

Masquerade through the street, as I lurk in the night shadows

Pickin' em one by one like a pimple

And uh-oh there's one heading toward the door toward me

Had to asphyxiate the strong one

Cause she was a screamer

Lay down the red bandana

Stamped with a paw print over her face

Start leaving the trademark

As I pick up the keys to her car

Tomorrow nights first priority

I concur to take it from the rich

And give it to myself, because I'm sure I deserve it

I used to feel worthless, somehow I feel fit that

Now I'm serving my purpose, bloodhound, underdog

[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]

I don’t want to, do the things I do

Why would I want to, do these things to you

Yeah, I’ma have to get bloody buddy

Motherfuckers won’t love me

I could really get ugly muddy

Silly like that putty Kutty

We gon’ have to get bloody plucky

Knocking him out like we go, he know, he go

Hard like mad niggas, bad superhero

[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]

It's Mr. nine one siccness, most niggas ain't get they dick split

Bitches ain't gettin they clit bit

Intimate to gettin it rippin' it infinite leavin a nigga impotent

In a funny way it gets me lit like it's the creeper through the night, CATCH ME

Speaking with your wife, catch me

Sleeping with your wife, catch me

Eating up your wife, catch me

Eating up the night

I'm onicuous I'm straight sicc as shit

You better believe it like Ripley's I'm a have a hissy fit; and it's strictly a bitch

And they give me a kick out of it then I'm about to get out of here bendin up fifty quick!

I smoke like 50 zips... Kutt give me the clip

Wow! Ooh!

I'm just killing em up with Calhoun!

I paid dues and it didn't get me shit

Niggas is dreaming I'd get to cleaning and leaning up out of the beamer, they bleeding

I'm 'bout to be eatin this evening and I hate to deceive 'em

Some people say that's it's evil I just say that's it's me though: I see dead people

[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]

I don’t want to, do the things I do

Why would I want to, do these things to you

Yeah, I’ma have to get bloody buddy

Motherfuckers won’t love me

I could really get ugly muddy

Silly like that putty Kutty

We gon’ have to get bloody plucky

Knocking him out like we go, he know, he go

Hard like mad niggas, bad superhero