Catch and Kill - Insane Clown Posse, Big Hoodoo, Young Wicked

You know, bitch?

You’ve been running like a bitch for so long

You starting to morph into an actual bitch!

You looking extra goood to my axe!

*CHING*

And he really wants to get wit ya

And straight split ya punk ass into chunks, punk chunks!

And my pitbulls love punk chunks!

Run, ho!

Ho, ho!

Psychpathic!

Catch And Kill!

Run, ho!

Ho, ho!

I hang a left real slowly, you could pass me walkin'

It’s 3:07 a.m. and my ass be stalkin'

My task, to find him;

my headlights are blindin'

I’m sipping on Red Pop;

my gears are grindin'

He overheard a conversation, now he’s takin' the stand

But he’s mistaken, uh uh, must be Satan shakin' his hand

'Cause I’ma throw this big axe, and pin him dead to the door

Leave him hanging in his boots, three inches from the floor

Run away bitch, don’t say shit

I’m over here digging your grave in my basement

In my cellar under the drill is where I place them

After I catch 'em and then I kill 'em 'cause I’m dangerous

See I’m a villain on a roll

My body count deeper than it ever was before

Got him running down the road, and you know I’m finna explode

Cause I’m a killer with a blood thirst I could never let go!

(Run!) Run away ho, (Run!) don’t stay, bro (Run!)

Or I’ma put this double-axe to your face, yo

5−0 ain’t nothing I’m gonna break fo'

I can make the police run away if I say so

I represent a scenario for the sake of

Really understandin' what a killer’s made of

Nothing but vengeance, nothing but hatred

You can run away but ain’t no escapin' Young Wicked!

Run, ho!

No place to hide in!

Right on your trail, catch and kill!

Run, ho!

Like a hyena, leopard or lion

Right on your trail, catch and kill!

Run, ho!

You become so tired, whoa!

Right on your trail, catch and kill!

Run, ho!

Your time’s expired!

Right on your trail, catch and kill!

(Run!) Big Hoodoo, homie I ain’t fucking wit ya

Recite some wicked scriptures, make the demons come to get ya

Don’t try and break away 'cause when I catch ya, then ya done

I let the hollows do the chasing, I ain’t tryna run!

My niggas ratchet and I’m ill like I got Ebola

Swingin' my hatchet like a real psychopathic soldier

Bitch niggas everywhere so you know we always workin'

Killers for hire when we catch you then it’s close curtains

I’m searching through the east side, I search through the west

And I give a shit less if any eggs in your nest

I don’t feel sorry, you brought this on yourself, run for that wealth

And now your head’s going on my shelf because I’m stealth

As I’m huntin' you down, you should just try to relax

Because I’m all over your tracks.

Get ready for the stabs and hacks

I simply place you in a body bag, then zip up the zipper

Bury you at midnight underneath the Big Dipper

Run, ho!

No place to hide in!

Right on your trail, catch and kill!

Run, ho!

Like a hyena, leopard or lion

Right on your trail, catch and kill!

Run, ho!

You become so tired, whoa!

Right on your trail, catch and kill!

Run, ho!

Your time, time, time is up!

Right on your trail, catch and kill!

Run, ho!

No, no, nowhere to run!

Whoa

Right on your trail, catch and kill!

Run, ho!

Never, never, never, never, never gonna escape!

Right on your trail, catch and kill!

I’m like a bounty hunter huntin' my bounty in hot pursuit

He’s worth more alive then dead but still I find I’ve got to shoot

Because, he’s pissing me off.

This fucker’s ducking every corner

In another mile or so, this lucky fuck will cross the border

I can’t have it in my Grand National, stab it to the metal

If I have to I’ll bring back his head;

I have a debt to settle

He finally turned and got burned that fucking alley dead ends

I popped the trunk and got the chopper out and shot like Armageddon

Run, ho!

Woo!

(ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho)