[Hook] If its hate that you speak go to hell And if you prey upon the weak go to hell Spreading lies and deceits go to hell Eternal flames fill the heats go to hell And if you cannot make amends go to hell And if you follow every trend go to hell And if you back stab your friends go to hell If you aint down till the end go to hell [Verse 1] The chosen one the wicked son, they call me Hitchcock Talk some shit, and Im a hit ya with this quick Glock Body parts are scattered and sealed up in zip locks With my steel caps get peeled up to six blocks You can try to run away but you wont get far They call me Prozak bitch the knighted templar Im blowin up your fucking brain like the death star And lyrics come to me like ghost from the graveyard Since my birth Ive been obsessed with the dead Homicidal thoughts while I was being breastfed I tried to kill myself but I survived instead From pieces of a broken mirror sliced my wrist bled Shit my wicked rhymes will have you overdose, and leave your ass comatose You try to play me close Ill levitate through smoke When I hit the fucking stage be like whats that smell Sulfur and brimstone bitch go to hell [Hook] [Verse 2] They call me Hitchcock The radios afraid to play my wicked paragraphs Go to the station lock and load up on they whole staff And let them know the danger of us crossing paths And let it be known I spit the truth like a polygraph So jot it down homie copy that Theres always room for another carbon copy cat They try to run with my style but I got it back And try to sound just like me with your head in half Go to hell [Hook]
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