Hellish by King K Lab Lyrics
[Verse 1: King Iso]
Yeah
I am not the one you niggas wanna have a problem with
I be keepin' it one hundred but you niggas counterfeit
I be gettin' higher than a motherfucker out-of-it
Hotter than H-E double "L" hockey sticks
Fuckin' with the Brain and I'ma have to put a shot in his
Niggas can't beat me, believe me, it's obvious
Curiosity killed the cat, don't copy this
Been a thug since Macintosh took a floppy disk
Bangin’ out, walk around, cocky dick, hanging out
Bang your spouse like I'm Rick James when I stain the couch
Could've been the one to catch you slippin' with the stainless out
Could've been broke but I chose to go the famous route
Real nigga posted in the back gettin' faded now
Fake niggas need to move back 'til they faded now
Funny how I was a nigga everybody hated-
Now got the same niggas on my dick because I made it out
Iso B-R-A-I-N sick
Serial killer on you Facebook friend list
List like Schindler's, my shit endless
I go dumb like Marlon, Senseless
Marvin the Martian, I'm high off hemp hits
I be dumped off for the druggies like hit this
I be offed, killed like a hit man hit list
Lean like a kickstand, big man sip this
Ugh, everything I do is fire, got a fetish
Pyromaniac with pistols, get beheaded
I come from the dark some niggas just don't get it
Confuse me with the devil, they tell me I'm hellish
[Hook: Marco Parks]
Everybody finna die
Nothing you can tell me
I'ma murder my opponents with the rage of a demon
And I mean it
You better get the preacher or a deacon
Better call the precinct
The devil lives inside of my veins, I'm hellish
The devil lives inside of my brain, I'm hellish
Everybody finna die
Nothing you can tell me
I'ma murder my opponents with the rage of a demon
And I mean it
You better get the preacher or a deacon
Better call the precinct
The devil lives inside of my veins, I'm hellish
The devil lives inside of my brain, I'm hellish
[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
I'm a demon, I be fienin' for the evil
Ouija board'll summon me, I'm gonna be up in in your cerebral
And I'm always gonna represent the Sick
Pistol whip a nigga 'til he bleedin', I am Danny Glover, lethal
Get the Molotov, I hit 'em whenever the bottle's off
Nobody don't wanna be around me when I'm on that bullshit
I be on that sick, I mean cuckoo for the voodoo
Cut your head off of your shoulders, top brain with the cool whip
Hellish, mixed in with the relish
Stew crap but then some say I'm some kind of relic
Bing bing with the right hook and I know he felt it
That ain't really what happened, yeah but I'll let you tell it blood
I'm evil like a motherfuckin' Satan
Murder up in the kitchen just to cook you like you're bacon
If you think you're gonna win then you are sadly mistaken
I will rearrange your brain and put your face on my plate and
You hear that? I'm sicker than you thought I
Was, to give a fuck about nothing, nigga nada
Hop up out the bushes, say hello
And then I pull a .44 and put your guts up in my fuckin' enchilada
I'm on a different kinda mission
Lookin' for a bloody pussy I can stick my dick in
Call it devil worship if you're worshiping yourself
Put the money in the middle motherfucker, quit your bitchin'
Nigga better be perfect, don't blow it
Different nigga, if you make one more mistake this shit's gone
To shit and yeah that's real, this is fucked up
And you ain't gotta tell a motherfucker shit bitch I'm Norm
Screaming "Bloody murder"
Come and take a walk on the dark side with me
But you never know when you gon' be dead
Put 'em in the bed, with that said cut a part from his feet
[Hook: Marco Parks]
Everybody finna die
Nothing you can tell me
I'ma murder my opponents with the rage of a demon
And I mean it
You better get the preacher or a deacon
Better call the precinct
The devil lives inside of my veins, I'm hellish
The devil lives inside of my brain, I'm hellish
Everybody finna die
Nothing you can tell me
I'ma murder my opponents with the rage of a demon
And I mean it
You better get the preacher or a deacon
Better call the precinct
The devil lives inside of my veins, I'm hellish
The devil lives inside of my brain, I'm hellish
[Verse 3: King Iso]
Ugh
I'm off that purp and that pucker
Roll up that dro, let it burn like I'm Usher
Whip in the kitchen like turning some butter
Don't get this shit twisted, I'll murder your mother
Iso killed shit like you heard of no other
Pull out that burner then I'll burn her like rubber
Swerve in that road and I will leave you under
That dirt, when I squirt leave convertible Hummers (blaow)
Lift up her skirt then I fuck her
I'm off that shit like I work with the plunger
Perverted as fuck when she heard how I fucked her
Won't give me her name but I'll work with the number like fuck it
Who a nigga fuck from the back though?
When you go to work I'll be through that bitch's back door
And swagged her so good leaving that hoe with her back broke
You found out but guess what, I'ma be back though
I don't know why niggas thinkin' they be fuckin' with the Brain
And I could fuck your bitch and knock the picture off the picture frame
I stick the dick up in her, hit the swisher while I'm sippin' drank
And when I'm finished with her I'ma ditch her to a different brain
Niggas ain't sicker than me and they say they're switchin' lanes
Leanin' out the window with a semi when I'm finna bang
Slip and you will fumble while you sleepin' with your bitch again
And then I blow a nigga brain all over the pillowcase
Niggas that can let me keepin' up but when them niggas came
Talkin' 'bout they pullin' up on me but they can't fill up tank
They hating on me 'cause I'm gettin' money and them niggas ain't
Twin gats like Kit Kat 'cause I'm finna break
Tell them bitches my way or toss them on the Interstate
I beat the pussy bloody rare, eat it like a freakin' steak
Fully automatic, got to get 'em make it ricochet
And if I gotta tell you motherfuckers free my nigga Snake
[Hook: Marco Parks]
Everybody finna die
Nothing you can tell me
I'ma murder my opponents with the rage of a demon
And I mean it
You better get the preacher or a deacon
Better call the precinct
The devil lives inside of my veins, I'm hellish
The devil lives inside of my brain, I'm hellish
Everybody finna die
Nothing you can tell me
I'ma murder my opponents with the rage of a demon
And I mean it
You better get the preacher or a deacon
Better call the precinct
The devil lives inside of my veins, I'm hellish
The devil lives inside of my brain, I'm hellish
Yeah
I am not the one you niggas wanna have a problem with
I be keepin' it one hundred but you niggas counterfeit
I be gettin' higher than a motherfucker out-of-it
Hotter than H-E double "L" hockey sticks
Fuckin' with the Brain and I'ma have to put a shot in his
Niggas can't beat me, believe me, it's obvious
Curiosity killed the cat, don't copy this
Been a thug since Macintosh took a floppy disk
Bangin’ out, walk around, cocky dick, hanging out
Bang your spouse like I'm Rick James when I stain the couch
Could've been the one to catch you slippin' with the stainless out
Could've been broke but I chose to go the famous route
Real nigga posted in the back gettin' faded now
Fake niggas need to move back 'til they faded now
Funny how I was a nigga everybody hated-
Now got the same niggas on my dick because I made it out
Iso B-R-A-I-N sick
Serial killer on you Facebook friend list
List like Schindler's, my shit endless
I go dumb like Marlon, Senseless
Marvin the Martian, I'm high off hemp hits
I be dumped off for the druggies like hit this
I be offed, killed like a hit man hit list
Lean like a kickstand, big man sip this
Ugh, everything I do is fire, got a fetish
Pyromaniac with pistols, get beheaded
I come from the dark some niggas just don't get it
Confuse me with the devil, they tell me I'm hellish
[Hook: Marco Parks]
Everybody finna die
Nothing you can tell me
I'ma murder my opponents with the rage of a demon
And I mean it
You better get the preacher or a deacon
Better call the precinct
The devil lives inside of my veins, I'm hellish
The devil lives inside of my brain, I'm hellish
Everybody finna die
Nothing you can tell me
I'ma murder my opponents with the rage of a demon
And I mean it
You better get the preacher or a deacon
Better call the precinct
The devil lives inside of my veins, I'm hellish
The devil lives inside of my brain, I'm hellish
[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
I'm a demon, I be fienin' for the evil
Ouija board'll summon me, I'm gonna be up in in your cerebral
And I'm always gonna represent the Sick
Pistol whip a nigga 'til he bleedin', I am Danny Glover, lethal
Get the Molotov, I hit 'em whenever the bottle's off
Nobody don't wanna be around me when I'm on that bullshit
I be on that sick, I mean cuckoo for the voodoo
Cut your head off of your shoulders, top brain with the cool whip
Hellish, mixed in with the relish
Stew crap but then some say I'm some kind of relic
Bing bing with the right hook and I know he felt it
That ain't really what happened, yeah but I'll let you tell it blood
I'm evil like a motherfuckin' Satan
Murder up in the kitchen just to cook you like you're bacon
If you think you're gonna win then you are sadly mistaken
I will rearrange your brain and put your face on my plate and
You hear that? I'm sicker than you thought I
Was, to give a fuck about nothing, nigga nada
Hop up out the bushes, say hello
And then I pull a .44 and put your guts up in my fuckin' enchilada
I'm on a different kinda mission
Lookin' for a bloody pussy I can stick my dick in
Call it devil worship if you're worshiping yourself
Put the money in the middle motherfucker, quit your bitchin'
Nigga better be perfect, don't blow it
Different nigga, if you make one more mistake this shit's gone
To shit and yeah that's real, this is fucked up
And you ain't gotta tell a motherfucker shit bitch I'm Norm
Screaming "Bloody murder"
Come and take a walk on the dark side with me
But you never know when you gon' be dead
Put 'em in the bed, with that said cut a part from his feet
[Hook: Marco Parks]
Everybody finna die
Nothing you can tell me
I'ma murder my opponents with the rage of a demon
And I mean it
You better get the preacher or a deacon
Better call the precinct
The devil lives inside of my veins, I'm hellish
The devil lives inside of my brain, I'm hellish
Everybody finna die
Nothing you can tell me
I'ma murder my opponents with the rage of a demon
And I mean it
You better get the preacher or a deacon
Better call the precinct
The devil lives inside of my veins, I'm hellish
The devil lives inside of my brain, I'm hellish
[Verse 3: King Iso]
Ugh
I'm off that purp and that pucker
Roll up that dro, let it burn like I'm Usher
Whip in the kitchen like turning some butter
Don't get this shit twisted, I'll murder your mother
Iso killed shit like you heard of no other
Pull out that burner then I'll burn her like rubber
Swerve in that road and I will leave you under
That dirt, when I squirt leave convertible Hummers (blaow)
Lift up her skirt then I fuck her
I'm off that shit like I work with the plunger
Perverted as fuck when she heard how I fucked her
Won't give me her name but I'll work with the number like fuck it
Who a nigga fuck from the back though?
When you go to work I'll be through that bitch's back door
And swagged her so good leaving that hoe with her back broke
You found out but guess what, I'ma be back though
I don't know why niggas thinkin' they be fuckin' with the Brain
And I could fuck your bitch and knock the picture off the picture frame
I stick the dick up in her, hit the swisher while I'm sippin' drank
And when I'm finished with her I'ma ditch her to a different brain
Niggas ain't sicker than me and they say they're switchin' lanes
Leanin' out the window with a semi when I'm finna bang
Slip and you will fumble while you sleepin' with your bitch again
And then I blow a nigga brain all over the pillowcase
Niggas that can let me keepin' up but when them niggas came
Talkin' 'bout they pullin' up on me but they can't fill up tank
They hating on me 'cause I'm gettin' money and them niggas ain't
Twin gats like Kit Kat 'cause I'm finna break
Tell them bitches my way or toss them on the Interstate
I beat the pussy bloody rare, eat it like a freakin' steak
Fully automatic, got to get 'em make it ricochet
And if I gotta tell you motherfuckers free my nigga Snake
[Hook: Marco Parks]
Everybody finna die
Nothing you can tell me
I'ma murder my opponents with the rage of a demon
And I mean it
You better get the preacher or a deacon
Better call the precinct
The devil lives inside of my veins, I'm hellish
The devil lives inside of my brain, I'm hellish
Everybody finna die
Nothing you can tell me
I'ma murder my opponents with the rage of a demon
And I mean it
You better get the preacher or a deacon
Better call the precinct
The devil lives inside of my veins, I'm hellish
The devil lives inside of my brain, I'm hellish