“Hit List,” is the 12th track on Crypt’s debut album.
Each verse is aimed at a different person, with the first verse aimed at his ex, which might be the same girl that is the subject of Crypt’s song, “Night in September,” that appears earlier in the album. The second verse is aimed at critics, and...
[Hook]
This the hit list, where bitches don't get stitches, they bleed out
This the hit list, where they don’t wait for karma to come around
This the hit list, where bodies will get dropped into the ground
And you can scream all you want, but nobody will hear a sound
[Verse 1]
First up on my list, I got my ex-girlfriend, bitch
So many methods of death to inflict, which one will I pick?
She tried to play me like a fiddle, but little did she know, I'm
Crazy enough to show up to her door and induce a coma
Tie her up and gag her, 'cause I remember she liked it
Oh, what’s the matter, babe?
Are the ropes too tight?
Don't try to fight it!
Fighting's not your strong suit, unless you're trying to argue
But this tape over your mouth will make that task kind of hard to do
Your actions in the past deserve way more than what I could give you
But dousing you in gasoline seems to be like you would do
It's too late for apologies, get off your knees, you're not sorry
I'm 'bout to show you it’s like to feel the pain you brought on me
While you were gobbling cock on the side, you probably caught a disease
From Daniel
Man, oh man, oh man
I’m name-dropping, but, honestly
I don't give a fuck, but we both know that you do (You do)
’Cause you spread your legs for every dude that comes up to you (To you)
Close your eyes and say your prayers, tonight, you're meeting God
Just so He can send you down to Hell for living like a thot
I hope you liked your time as a beautiful sexy girl
'Cause now the flame is rotting off your flesh as you're leaving this world
[Hook]
This the hit list, where bitches don’t get stitches, they bleed out
This the hit list, where they don't wait for karma to come around
This the hit list, where bodies will get dropped into the ground
And you can scream all you want, but nobody will hear a sound
This the hit list
[Verse 2]
Next on this list is anyone who thinks they're a critic
You think I give a shit about your written opinion? (No!)
Concluding all these negative views about a dude
You've never met before, that's sure stupid of you to do
'Cause you don't like that I blew all my political views
You assume that when I rap that you won't like that too
But my raps prove that guys like you don't like to fight back
With wise words to choose, you're just lighting my fuse
They say that real recognize real, I guess that makes sense
You couldn't see me even if we're on the same side of this fence
You wanna criticize every line I supply, that's fine
But I know my lines will rise over your mind like a sky high silo
Sending you spiraling like a cyclone, keep your mind wide open
Or I'll dive inside and implode it with every line I wrote it
Showing my motive to take control over this show with my own
My flow is so cold go get it, [?], you get frozen over
I can hit you with metaphors until I'm sore at the mouth
But you still say that I can't rap and need to lose a couple pounds
Bitch, I done ripped apart the track and I would love to show you how
But I don't have the time or crayons to explain it to you now
[Hook]
This the hit list, where bitches don't get stitches, they bleed out
This the hit list, where they don't wait for karma to come around
This the hit list, where bodies will get dropped into the ground
And you can scream all you want, but nobody will hear a sound
[Verse 3]
I saved the best for last, the one who always doubts
The one who makes you sad, the one who makes you shout
The one that kisses ass, the one that brings you down
The one that's screaming in your head right now to simmer down
Look in the refection, is that really you?
That's the fool who did nothing when he found out his girl was cheating with another dude
That's the guy who only cries when life decides to fuck him
Nothing but a punk who relies on the comfort of his mother when he suffers
He's a pussy, not a man, a pushover with a spineless dick
He get's shushed every time he rants, look him in his eyes, you can't
Take him out, he's not who you really are
Fuck everyone else's feelings, you're the one who's hiding scars (hiding scars)
T-time to pull the demon out of you before he will devour you
The coward who bounded you to malice, and put him out of use
And make all those who doubted you throw in the towel without a clue
When they hear the sound of you, I'll make em' shout "This dude!"
[Hook]
This the hit list, where bitches don't get stitches, they bleed out
This the hit list, where they don't wait for karma to come around
This the hit list, where bodies will get dropped into the ground
And you can scream all you want, but nobody will hear a sound
[Outro]
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