Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hell's Carol, artist - Hopsin. Date of issue: 24.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hell's Carol |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |