Hell Baby - Bunny Lake

The roof go back like it’s vintage

The young boy’s back to burn your village, the fire touching the ceiling burn

What’s God willing when HOVA retired?

Now he back, guess he got some competition on his hands

Who is that?

I… am…

K-Dot, I’m claustrophobic don’t put me in the box with you niggas

You can’t categorize me

I’m already convinced that I’m the hottest nigga out

Any comments?

I thought so

You niggas is gassed up like ALCO

Scared to play Madden on All-Pro

Step your game up

I’m here to fuck up niggas' barcodes

SoundScan’ll never read your albums again (whoo!)

I take 99.9% of your fans

The last one left is your moms (and she even iffy about you…)

Ain’t nothing gifted about you

Put a bullet in you, tell a doctor get it up out you

I’m 'bout to, send him right there, he shark food

Piranhas is coming I put beat on you rap dudes

I don’t wait on you rap dudes

Nigga NASA couldn’t reach my altitude

Sky’s the limit, and your body ain’t airborne…

Is it?

Are you?

My real niggas, once again it’s on

'Til we load the ammo and drop the bomb

I kick up destruction and when I’m done

My city blow them horns, it sounds like…

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOO!!!

When they blow dem horns I’m coming

Torch in hand-- yes, I’m running

I told you Rock, I like red too

But you gotta kill these niggas out the blue

They don’t see it coming

Who ain’t a part of the family tree

Dude like Paul Bunyan, axe about him

We travel like an ant colony, you can’t count us

Sip Henny 'til my throat drown

New Benz, No Malice

Count money 'til our hands get calloused

40 caliber in the Cavalier, welcome to Los

Angeles, you might leave with bandages

Real life, no mannequin

You pull out, no panicking, you better shoot

Or have something fall on your rooftop, no raindrops

I’m talking 'bout gold bullets and black suits

No magician, no magic, POOF

Closed casket fatal attraction

Son 3 hit you like John Paxson, I ain’t bullshitting

Them veterans been loved 'em

Talk about bars I got a life sentence of 'em

And I’m just like spitting cousin, ciao

No man get the best of him

The way I see, why rap?

I’m just wasting my breath

Y’all don’t hear me

I’m just chasing my death

It’s all over, the end’s here so I’m pacing my steps

Try not to recollect what I know

These pregnant quotes meaning, they give life like semen

Be the reason my heart’s bleeding

I’m coughing up blood in my palms as I recite the book of Psalms

Over a slow clap and kick drum, wis-dom

The application of your knowledge is me

Pay your tuition, this verse is like a college degree

Y’all don’t hear me, y’all feel me like a doomsday prophet

When I’m focused, nothing under the moon can stop me

I leave you off the Earth’s surface, that’s what you get

For trying to test my patience like nurses

This ain’t a verse this is a Kennedy curse

Put your brain on your lady’s purses, you niggas’s crazy