[Verse 1: JP Tha Hustler]
My commission relentless, and inhibition inept with the inquisition tremendous with my volition to violate
Your vision, annihilate your division
And cry, but I will not listen, you try but I will keep digging
I'm dangerous, maniacal, anger lusts, I’m volatile
Facing us, illogical
Raping all through the audible
I am a deity, god-like omnipoty
Rocks strike the infant as I write the manuscript
High and might, I've handled the indignant
Lost the drip in the jacaustic indigenous
I bring the carnal knowledge, I'm preaching mortal suffrage
I reach through oral while my team is like a viral bullet
I’m chopping body parts, I'm leaving bloody marks
Goalie hockey mask, San Jose Shark
I feed on D.N.A., I bring the P.D.A
I'ma touch her then I'll leave you out, D.O.A
[Chorus: Insane Poetry & JP Tha Hustler]
You can run, you can hide
No matter what you do, we gon' getcha
You can run, you can hide
No matter what you do, we gon' getcha
You can run, you can hide
No matter what you do, we gon' getcha
You can run, you can hide
No matter what you do, we gon' getcha
[Verse 2: Slyzwicked]
I’m foaming at the mouth, come from the place that’s way down South
The burning flames up in furnaces when I'm going out
You’re stuck in the purgatory, where it's dark and where it's gory
Gonna wrap my hands around yo neck and then it's end of story
I’m coming in low through the shadows and stalking you at night
Gonna wrap yo body up and I feed it to the parasites
I be that sweatshirt walking while I'm here with these visions stalking
I'm leaving you right where you stand, just where this blood's dropping
I be that madman running into yo bed man
Gonna grab you by the neck then I'll rip you from your ceiling fan
There's no escaping, you and your body hyperventilating
You try to run away but I'm on the other side waiting
So say your prayers, about that time you take yo last breath
I swing the machete around and take you to yo death
Now look around, there is nowhere to go and nowhere to hide
I be that Doctor Jekyll, but you just met Mister Hyde
[Chorus: Insane Poetry & JP Tha Hustler]
You can run, you can hide
No matter what you do, we gon' getcha
You can run, you can hide
No matter what you do, we gon' getcha
You can run, you can hide
No matter what you do, we gon' getcha
You can run, you can hide
No matter what you do, we gon' getcha
[Verse 3: Insane Poetry]
Picture me perfectly picking apart your anatomy
It's Cycoangelo canvassing your death in a art gallery
Yes, it's verbal torture, torment in a competition
Injecting my deadly virus, syringing the opposition
My composition is written in the blood of this victim
Sitting-in is my approach
Do it all no doubt
I love to stick 'em with sharp objects that puncture the flesh with ease
I'm clutching my weaponry and question the best emcees
And repping that L.S.P
The Lyrikal Snuff shit leave umbilicals cut with surgical slices right through yo guts etched
Butcher knife music is like being caught inside a Jigsaw trap and you can lose your life
I put yo wife through it, violent by design
True as Jerry Heller, Eazy-E, I'm ruthless
Then I drunk her spine fluid right up out of a shot glass
This is why I live for dawgs, G.R.E, L.S.P
We coming to get you all
[Chorus: Insane Poetry & JP Tha Hustler]
You can run, you can hide
No matter what you do, we gon' getcha
You can run, you can hide
No matter what you do, we gon' getcha
You can run, you can hide
No matter what you do, we gon' getcha
You can run, you can hide
No matter what you do, we gon' getcha
(Getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha)
