Where It Hurts

[Intro: Bukshot & Big Hoodoo]
We the blessed (we the blessed)
We the cursed (we the cursed)
We the hexed (we the hexed)
We the worst (we the worst)
We the last ones walking on this earth
That you want to test, put you in the dirt (put you in the dirt)

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Cripple, then they cross you, no matter what it cost you
Break 'em like a lawsuit, hit 'em like the mob do (mob do)
Sending the jinn in the form of revenge
Lately I become unhinged and breaking all amends
Watch how me and Hoodoo activate that voodoo
Connecting them together, you and death like it's Bluetooth
Don't you assume for a second we ain't two goons
Go on, put it on the record, got a couple screws loose
You may need a weapon just to even up the odds
Better yet a pagan sacrifice, a prayer to the gods (to the gods)
No one gonna risk it trying to help you in the end though
You might catch a ball but we got killers in the end zone
There will be no touchdown, snipers on the hunt now
Looking for attention, is this really what you want now?
'Bout to put your sun down, look at what it cost you
It took everything, yeah, you lost dude

[Pre-Chorus: Bukshot & Big Hoodoo]
We the blessed (we the blessed)
We the cursed (we the cursed)
We the hexed (we the hexed)
We the worst (we the worst)
We the last ones walking on this earth
That you want to test, put you in the dirt

[Chorus: Bukshot]
This ain't the Metaverse (this ain't the Metaverse)
Come meet us in the moshpit
Hit 'em where it hurts
Let that shit affect they pockets
Hit 'em first, it's a war, they cannot stop it
Hit 'em where it hurts
Take they shit out like a rocket (like a rocket, like a rocket)

[Verse 2: Big Hoodoo]
Murder Mitten, come strapped if you ever visit
Home of the wicked, cut your leg off for trying to kick it
Top gun flight pattern like the number eight
Been on my run like Mike seven summers straight
Recognize the dark wicked clown crack flow
I terrorize your squad like I'm down with Fat Joe
Ear Drug M-U-S to the I-K
No love, you get stretched round my way
Big Hoodoo, new Freddy Krueger of wicked hip hop
My shooters unload the Rugers until the clip pop
Chop shop for the bodies, shout out to Tre Dizzy
Droptop Maserati, shotties stay with me
Big speakers, we heat seekers for the paychecks
Dark preacher, streets eager for what I say next
Block leaders, my pussy lingers with a Playtex
Bottom feeders but street-sweepers make us apex

[Pre-Chorus: Bukshot & Big Hoodoo]
We the blessed (we the blessed)
We the cursed (we the cursed)
We the hexed (we the hexed)
We the worst (we the worst)
We the last ones walking on this earth
That you want to test, put you in the dirt

[Chorus: Bukshot]
This ain't the Metaverse (this ain't the Metaverse)
Come meet us in the moshpit
Hit 'em where it hurts
Let that shit affect they pockets
Hit 'em first, it's a war, they cannot stop it
Hit 'em where it hurts
Take they shit out like a rocket (like a rocket, like a rocket, like a rocket, like a rocket)