The Yard

[Intro: Big Hoodoo]
I must make them pay...
For what they have done...
Stack 'em all up right here...

[Chorus: Big Hoodoo]
I keep a pile of dead bodies in my backyard
Rotten remains of lames that tried to act hard
So if you hatin', then you better keep a body guard
'Cause there's still a whole lot of room in my graveyard
Boogieman comin' for you, now you horrified
Trynna bury you alive no formaldehyde
When I'm done with everyone, they'll call it genocide
Then my name will forever be immortalized

[Verse 1: Big Hoodoo]
Ill-hearted, ever since I started, I've been steadily climbin'
Patiently makin' moves, 'cause it's all about your timin'
Scooped off the streets, so they know what I bring to the table
Never been weak, so they know what I bring to the label
You disrespect the family, that's when I lose control
I snatch your throat out and smoke weed through it like a bowl
I stack they bodies in my yard and let 'em decompose
It takes a lot to get to the top, I'm tryin' to reach my goals
Don't get caught up in the hype, thinkin' it's just a game
You get in my way, I take your life, my nigga, just that plain
'Til I erase all the bitch-niggas out the picture (Fuckboys!)
And all your hoe-ass homies coming with you
Insane like my predecessors, now I'm in the posse (Whoop whoop!)
You comin' for me, better have a crew more think they Motley
I'm a Psychopathic Ryda without the rags
I'm just here to take out the garbage, without the bags

[Chorus: Big Hoodoo]
I keep a pile of dead bodies in my backyard
Rotten remains of lames that tried to act hard
So if you hatin', then you better keep a body guard
'Cause there's still a whole lot of room in my graveyard
Boogieman comin' for you, now you horrified
Trynna bury you alive no formaldehyde
When I'm done with everyone, they'll call it genocide
Then my name will forever be immortalized

[Verse 2: Big Hoodoo]
Corpses in the yard stinkin', I keep 'em pilin'
Not sure what my neighbors thinkin', 'cause they keep smiling
Don't sleep, don't eat, 24/7, I be campin' streets
Hit you with the heat and turn your homies into amputees
I fill my trunk then ride out into the moonlight
Any punks that's left get to find out what my goons like
They lookin' for the murder weapon, I just left with it
I snatched his arm off and beat his ass to death with it
Boogieman on the loose, so you'll be dead soon
Stuffed in the van, leakin' juice, open-head wound
Don't wanna get caught up in this killing, keep your mouth shut
Voice your opinion, watch me blow your fuckin' house up
This wicked shit'll never die, so fuck what you think
Hoodoo forever, swear to God, I'll put that on my paint
So if you see me in your hood, you better be a soldier
Or pray this ain't the day I'm out here tryin' to reach my quota

[Chorus: Big Hoodoo]
I keep a pile of dead bodies in my backyard
Rotten remains of lames that tried to act hard
So if you hatin', then you better keep a body guard
'Cause there's still a whole lot of room in my graveyard
Boogieman comin' for you, now you horrified
Trynna bury you alive no formaldehyde
When I'm done with everyone, they'll call it genocide
Then my name will forever be immortalized

[Verse 3: Big Hoodoo]
Desperate times we livin' in, calls for desperate measures
I'm on the hunt for haters skin like my face was leathers
Be scared for your life, have no misunderstandin'
When I'm at your head with my knife, I'm tryin' to peel your cabbage
You make it to the yard if I think you're worthy
Shark in the pond and the water's lookin' kinda murky
If you see me get to trippin' over my obsession
You're about to become a victim in my collection

[Chorus: Big Hoodoo]
I keep a pile of dead bodies in my backyard
Rotten remains of lames that tried to act hard
So if you hatin', then you better keep a body guard
'Cause there's still a whole lot of room in my graveyard
Boogieman comin' for you, now you horrified
Trynna bury you alive no formaldehyde
When I'm done with everyone, they'll call it genocide
Then my name will forever be immortalized

[Outro: Big Hoodoo]
I must make the pay...
For what they have done...
Stack 'em all up right here...
There is no denying that psychological and emotional problems, even severe mental distress, can affect almost anyone
But does this mean we are all insane?