(feat. Big Hoodoo)
[Intro:]
As the young man I find out that if you hurt somebody
Will lead you all, good guys do finish last
Am I crazy? Am I insane?
[Verse 1 - Big Hoodoo:]
Hoodoo is my religion I believe in superstition
Come against me and I turn instantly to mortician
You need some more coninving? k**er like the son of sam
Gruesome with my old depiction twist you like I'm outer realm
Homicidle idle survival of the wickedest
Got my rival suicidal from how I kick this sh**
Watch me flick the bic I'm about to light the gas
Then I'mma cut your hand off and use that b**h to wipe my a**
I'm vicious, my heart has no malice
Anti malicious and my trigger finger is so careless
From k**in' ba*tards now all I do is swing the hatchet
All hail to prime minister definition of sinister
Detrimental to industry, breaking bad with my chemistry
Trying go out and info me, f** with me, feel my energy
Wicked poetic symphony this is how k**ers meant to be
Boondox and Big Hoodoo no remorse and no symphaty
[Hook - Boondox:]
No symphaty, no remorse, cold blooded
Sick with it, this how we do
No soul, my hearts cold (everybody knows we)
Sick with it, this how we do
Am I crazy? Sick with it, this how we do
Am I insane? Sick with it, this how we do
[Verse 2 - Boondox:]
The pain is constant and sharp
And this confession? It means nothing
The ring around sinking, coming clean like it used to
Permament reminder that I got couple screws loose
Same with the bathub, same stained hands
Drops on the counter top of insane man
Thoughts of the flashback, remembering the first time
That I realized I was evil of the worst kind
Covered toe to head in somebody else's life
And laughing when I lost it, lickin plasma from a knife
Staring at the wind, chippin' down from a slow drip
Lips on the water fountain, startin' with a slow sip
And end it with the crazy mixed pleasure with your shame
A little bit of pain from the liquid that I drain
Why did I do it? Was it worth the affliction
And why did I let to it to become my addiction
The body in my conscious bearing out in the mud
A blood thristy k**er with a real thrist for blood
[Hook]
There is no me, only an entity
Something illusory
[Hook x2]