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

Catch and Kill

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)