Hopsin - Hell's Carol lyrics

[Chorus] b**h I am on ten, this ain't no Game I'm not your fan You should know, Hop's back in here Stay packin' heat, you runnin' sh**, not actually These n***as can't pull off What I do up in this booth I am too rude when I intrude on you don't Act like you never knew homie, I Stay close to my lab tryna get Here, 'til I get near your coffin Fear in it's worst form When I'm destroying you, I'm warning you [Verse] Murder! Straight out the insane asylum What the f** am I? Just think about it, can't define it Say goodbye to any n***a you was vibin' with I f**ing hate the climate I've been on your trail like an invasive pirate make you rise Y'all can never slay Goliath I've been taking rappers and creating diets Now they on the 'Gram tryna' make it private Hoping I don't put them in a bad position They've been prayin' I don't ever catch 'em slippin' (Haha!) You could build a buzz rappin' sick sh** But you better not come around me I can differ (b**h!) I've been lost on the path of sinnin' I just hope the Lord's gonna have forgiveness (Sorry) Keep your mind out my bag of business Else me and you gon' have a bad collision (Oh no!) Ain't giving a f** Adrenaline rush (Low-pro!) When hitting 'em up You n***as are lunch (For sure!) A cynical nut, I'm finna get buck (Hoes know!) They feelin' in love, my menacing touch I have 'em flyin' overseas, cryin' over me I am openly a c*nt to 'em See if I enroll the D I am gon' unleash a giant load of cream on to 'em Look, I ain't a typical n***a you dealin' with This sh** is finna get rowdy I swear to God it is a must (Yeah, yeah) I've been a militant minor degenerate ever since I was a Little kid playing and kicking the mud (Yeah, yeah) I'm a phenomenon no telling who I'ma bomb when I hop on a song I'ma lose it, it's written in blood (Yeah, yeah) Honestly I done got everything I ever wanted But is it enough? (Is it enough?) You're mad 'cause your fans ain't as loyal Dropping cla**ics again Wrecking on you, damn it, man Get the body bag there is too much madness at hand weightin' on you K.O.-in' n***as with the blow s** my dick under the mistletoe Don't forget the balls, lick 'em both This is Sicko Mode, level Travis isn't getting on because [Chorus] b**h I am on ten, this ain't no Game I'm not your fan You should know, Hop's back in here Stay packin' heat, you runnin' sh**, not actually These n***as can't pull off What I do up in this booth I am too rude when I intrude on you don't Act like you never knew homie, I Stay close to my lab tryna get Here, 'til I get near your coffin Fear in it's worst form When I'm destroying you, I'm warning you