Lyrics Bad Moon - Hoodoo Jim

I put on my chain and it don't got no symbol
Fuck 'round with me rock your block with no pistol
Yeah we got hands nigga what is the issue
No you can't hang nigga thought we dismissed you

Villainous son of a bitch
Villainous son of a gun
I need some ice on my wrist
I want take flight with a mistress
Who the fuck is this
Why you keep texting my phone
All this ungodly shit under my nose
I been ungodly since I was like four
Keep that wasabi when pull up to shows
No, I won't fuck on your hoe
No, I won't fuck on your bitch
I do not want her but she want my kids
Lazy ass nigga, they pull the four-fifth
I pull no trigger, but they do it like this

Aye
Out in stars
Out in stars
Yeah we out in stars yeah
Out in stars
Out in stars
Wait, Yeah Out in
Stars
Out in Stars
Yeah we out in fucking Mars
Out in
Out in fucking Mars
Out in stars
Out in stars, yeah

Villainous son of a bitch
Villainous son of a gun
I think my deacon he sick
Recon we peep in with stick
Heat-seeking missiles like this
Long range I hit you with fist
Hands on her body, her hips
Might pop a molly or six
I'm so ungodly 'bout money and fifths
Might call up Dante and roll me a spliff
She say I'm cumming, no relay to him
I need some ice on my wrist
I want take flight with a mistress
Who the fuck is this
Who the fuck is this
Who the fuck