Lyrics The Yard - Big Hoodoo

I must make them pay
For what they have done
Stack them all right here
CHORSE: 'I keep a pile of dead bodies in my back yard
Well who
The remains of laims that try to act hard
So if you hating then you better keep a body guard
Cause there's still a hole lot of room in my graveyard
Boogie man coming for you
Now your horrified
Tried to bury you alive, no turn formaldehyde
When I'm done with everyone ill call it genocide
Then my name will for ever be immortalized"
Your hard head since I started I been steadily climbing
Patiently making moves cuz it's all about you timing
Scooped off the street 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'll snatch your throat out and smoke weed through it like a bowl
I stack their bodies in my yard let him decompose
It takes a lot to get to the top I'm trying to reach my goals
Don't get caught up in the height
Thinking it's just a game
You getting my way
I'll take your life
My nigga
Just that plane
Till i erase all the bitch niggaz out the picture
And fuckboys
And all your whole ass hommies coming with you
Insane like my predecessors
Now I'm in the posse
You coming for me
Better have a crew that think they don't mock me
I'm a psychopath writer
Without the rag
I'm just here to take out the garbage
Without the bag
CHORSE:" I keep a pile of dead bodies in my backyard
Well who
The remains of the lames that try to act hard
So if you're hating then you better keep a bodyguard
Cuz they're still a whole lot of room in my graveyard
Boogieyman coming for you
Now you horrified
Try to bury you alive
No formaldehyde
When I'm done with everyone I'll call it genocide
Then my name will forever be immortalized"
Corpse in the yard stinking
I keep on piling
Not sure what my neighbors thinking cuz they
I'll be camping streets
Get to it the heat
I turn your homies into amputees
I feel my trunk
Then I ride out into the moonlight
Any post left get to find out what my ghost like
They looking for the murder weapon I just left with it
I snatched his arm off and beat his ass to death with it
Boogie man on the loose so you'll be dead soon
Stuffed in a van
Leaking juice
Open head wound
Don't want to get caught up in this killing
Keep your mouth shut
Force your opinion
Watch me blow your fucking house up
This wicked shit will 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 trying to reach my quota
CHORSE:" I keep pile of dead bodies in my backyard
Well who
The remains of lames to try to act hard
So if you're hating then you better keep a bodyguard
There still a whole lot of room and my graveyard
Boogie man coming for you
Now you're horrified
Trying to bury you alive
No formaldehyde
When I'm done with everyone
I'll call it genocide
Then my name will forever be immortalized"
Desperate times we living in calls for desperate measures
I'm on the hunt for haters skin
Like my face was leather
Be scared for your life
That's no misunderstanding
When I'm at your head with my knife I'm trying to peel your cabage
You'll make it to the yard if I think you're worthy
Shark in the mind and the water is looking kind of murky
If you see me get to tripping over my obsession
You're about to become a victim in my collection
CHORSE:" I keep a pile of dead bodies in my backyard
Wellwho
The remains of the lames trying to act hard
So if you're hating then you better keep a bodyguard
Cuz there's still a whole lot of room in my graveyard
Boogieman coming for you
Now you're horrified
Trying to bury you alive
No formaldehyde
When I'm done with everyone I'll call genocides
Then my name will forever be immortalized"
Must make them pay
For what they have done
Stack them up all right here.