"Head Hunta"  Parental Advisory genre: Horrorcore
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	Written, Produced and Performed by: Sydistic Statistic
	CD: 1-800-SUICIDE
	Lyrics (1st VERSE) Whiplash gonna make 'em all collapse, so they might not be back, put it in your legal contract, type it in quotes, I'm speakin' of facts. Hard Copy wanna take a pop at me, strictly 'cause I'm deadly but what they don't know is I'm a Head Hunta bounty, bouncing from my state into your county. So if you got a head and you got a price on it, put it up in the air to just flaunt it, put it in the paper the classifieds want it, or give it to Smuggala Rec and he'll pawn it. Either way or your head gon' get torn the fuck off and sold at to the mext morgue or like I said the pwan shop then its back into my ride to see how many heads I got lopped off, with ten-thousand g's of cheese in my pocket, I got Jeffrey Dahmer's head in my crockpot... stir up a mix just to catch my fix, now what you thought!!? I'm blowin' heads off like this mutha fucka don't wanna stop, don't ever want to see the flow of my bank roll clot, so what ever it takes, make a criminal hyperventilate, take 'em alive or blow off their face, either way I'm still gonna get paid... terminatin' like raid!!? And ya'll aint never gonna be able to phase me until I'm dead off in a grave or I get lazy, fuck follow the leader I follow the crazy, the criminal mind, alligned back into hazy. From now on I'm raisin' the stakes, just to show the mutha fuckas at home what it takes. For heaven sakes its a matter of loadin' the glock, havin' one in the chamber, willing, with the hammer cocked, the price tag on your head got your body shot, nothin' personal.. BLAH! (CHORUS) Grab your gat and your barbwire baseball bat, your bitch's ass and tell her to bring the grass. We in a pickle, down on cash and needin' a nickle, are you wanted by the law or do you want to hunt those who are with a sicle? Grab your gat and you barbwire baseball bat, your bitch's ass and tell her to bring the grass. We in a pickle down on cash and needin' a nickle, oh you wanted by the law, let me see if you neck bone can jiggle. (2nd VERSE) So I grab him by the throat, shiggity-shake, look at that, you haunted, oh fuck I killed his ass but thats what I wanted. Now that he dead got nothin' left, but to take 'em to the feds, gotta collect my reward 'cause the mutha fucka had a cash on his head. And you know when I'm comin' to collect it, people lookin' at me like I'm infected, I'll tell you what the problem is, people don't respect it, the chance to enhance you finance, you expect it! But maybe I should, I mean, after all I'm damn good, how many of you if you wanted to could translate you rage into cash and the cause is good? Not a lot, I'm poppin' off shells lettin' 'em drop, aim for the top, when I'm lookin' at you, you lookin' to me like Fort Knox, the whole gold mine is mine when the hammer drops. And fuck the cops, 'cause I'm usin' methods that are legal or not, the way I see it is your gonna get caught, the drunk tank awaits, now step into detox. Unless you wanna put up a fight, just last night I had to take the mutha fuckin' life of Brad Wright, but thats alright I still got paid and thats tight! So listen to what I say, you better turn yourself in son or sprint like a bitch and hope you're faster than my gun, 'cause I'm comin' with a gauge low enough to blow holes sho' enough in dumb hoes that bluff about stupid stuff. Who can't get enough of rough sex, but thats when I'm comin' in with the gats and tough 'tex, I'm thinkin' nothin' but fuck this bitch and split it to the next. 'Cause I know that everybodys gotta come up, weather its workin' hard or just fuckin' 'em up, release the beast and I'm runnin' a muck, barbwire bat got your noggin' erupt, I'm not anymore than they are corrupt and if I want, I might just open you up, but if your askin' for it, it's a defanite must, now watch closely as you cranium busts, or (CHORUS) Grab your gats and your barbwire baseball bat, your bitch's ass and tell her to bring the grass. We in a pickle down on cash and needin' a nickle, are you wanted by the law or do you want to hunt those who are with a sicle? Grab your gat and your barbwire baseball bat, your bitch's ass and tell her to bring the grass. We in a pickle down on cash and needin' a nickle, oh you wanted by the law, let me see if your neck bone can jiggle.

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