Insane Clown Posse, Big Hoodoo, James Garcia - Catch and Kill lyrics

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 am 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)