Hell's Carol Lyrics - Hopsin

[Chorus] 

Bitch I am on ten, this ain't no 

Game, I'm not your fan 

You should know, Hop's back in here 

Stay packin' heat, you runnin' shit, not actually 

These niggas can't pull off 

What I do up in this booth 

I am too rude when I intrude on you, don't 

Act like you never knew homie, I 

Spent most of my life tryna get 

Here, do not get near, you gon' feel 

Fear in its worst form 

When I'm destroying you, I'm warning you 

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[Verse] 

Murder! 

Straight out the insane asylum 

What the fuck am I? Just think about it, can't define it 

Say goodbye to any nigga you was vibin' with 

I fucking hate the climate 

I've been on your trail like an invasive pirate, make you rise 

Y'all can never slay Goliath 

I've been taking rappers and creating diets 

Now they on the 'Gram tryna' make it private 

Hoping I don't put them in a bad position 

They've been prayin' I don't ever catch 'em slippin' (Haha!) 

You could build a buzz rappin' sick shit 

But you better not come around me I can differ (Bitch!) 

I've been lost on the path of sinnin' 

I just hope the Lord's gonna have forgiveness (Sorry) 

Keep your mind out my bag of business 

Else me and you gon' have a bad collision (Oh no!) 

Ain't giving a fuck 

Adrenaline rush (Low-pro!) 

When hitting 'em up 

You niggas are lunch (For sure!) 

A cynical nut, I'm finna get buck (Hoes know!) 

They feelin' in love, my menacing touch 

I have 'em flyin' overseas, cryin' over me 

I am openly a cunt to 'em 

See if I enroll the D I am gon' unleash a giant load of cream on to 'em 

Look, I ain't a typical nigga you dealin' with 

This shit is finna get rowdy, I swear to God it is a must (Yeah, yeah) 

I've been a militant minor degenerate ever since I was a 

Little kid playing and kicking the mud (Yeah, yeah) 

I'm a phenomenon no telling who I'ma bomb when I hop on a song 

I'ma lose it, it's written in blood (Yeah, yeah) 

Honestly I done got everything I ever wanted 

But is it enough? (Is it enough?) 

You're mad 'cause your fans ain't as loyal 

Dropping classics again 

Wrecking on you, damn it, man 

Get the body bag there is too much madness at hand weightin' on you 

K.O.-in' niggas with the blow 

Suck my dick under the mistletoe 

Don't forget the balls, lick 'em both 

This is Sicko Mode level, Travis isn't getting on because 

[Chorus] 

Bitch I am on ten, this ain't no 

Game, I'm not your fan 

You should know, Hop's back in here 

Stay packin' heat, you runnin' shit, not actually 

These niggas can't pull off 

What I do up in this booth 

I am too rude when I intrude on you, don't 

Act like you never knew homie, I 

Spent most of my life tryna get 

Here, do not get near, you gon' feel 

Fear in its worst form 

When I'm destroying you, I'm warning you