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 b*tch is on my heels, but this ain’t where she want to be
n*gga, I can do better, keep running through my mind and
And now I’m locked in this room with some solitary confine sh*t
Plottin’ a quick come up, and thinkin’ ‘bout where my kid’s next meal gon’ come from
And n*gga 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
Motherf*ckers 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 n*ggas, 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
All night to work the late sh*t
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 pitbull
??? heading toward the door
Me? Had to ex-fixiate the strong for
Cause she was a screamer
Late, down to red bandanas
Stepped 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
Motherf*ckers 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 n*ggas, bad superhero
Verse 3 (Brotha Lynch Hung)
It's Mr. nine one siccness, most n*ggas ain't get they di*k split
b*tches ain't gettin they clit bit
Intimate to gettin it rippin' it infinite leavin a n*gga 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
Sleepin with your wife, CATCH ME
Eatin up your wife, CATCH ME
Eatin up the night
I'm onicuous I'm straight sicc as sh*t
You better believe it like Rippley's I'm a have a hissy fit; and it's strictly a b*tch
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! OOO!
I'm just killin' em up with Calhoun!
I paid dues and it didn't get me sh*t
n*ggas is dreamin I'd get to cleanin and leanin up out of the beamer, they bleedin;
I'm 'bout to be eatin this evenin'. and I hate to deceive
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
Motherf*ckers 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 n*ggas, bad superhero