Dark Knights

[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] Somebody gotta tell me why my pockets ain’t lined with nothing Got me contemplating about doing a crime or something I think about it three weeks, and all that I could come up with Is liquor store hold-ups, back to drinking O.E Lights about to get shut off, gas tank is on E And my bitch is on my heels, but this ain’t where she want to be Nigga, I can do better, keep running through my mind and And now I’m locked in this room with some solitary confine shit Plottin’ a quick come up, and thinkin’ ‘bout where my kid’s next meal gon’ come from And nigga then it hit me, all I need is a costume and mask to conceal this Bring up massive destruction as this bad superhero Days late to complete, with a kay drape in the feet And a AK for the heat, not a safe place in the streets Thinkin’ payback’s sweet and it’s time to punish y’all Standing at the mirror as the bloodhound, underdog [Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung] I don’t want to, do the things I do Why would I want to, do these things to you Yeah, I’ma have to get bloody buddy Motherfuckers won’t love me I could really get ugly muddy Silly like that putty Kutty We gon’ have to get bloody plucky Knocking him out like we go, he know, he go Hard like mad niggas, bad superhero [Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun] I can't afford to go small Either get nothing or get it all Think about it, turned around Finished 'em all All night to work the late shit Escape with two trash bags full of cash Stabbed to the pad, hop the stash bag fully macked Ready to do another Getting easier and easier The moment I shot a brother, didn't even think of reasoning Masquerade through the street, as I lurk in the night shadows Pickin' em one by one like a pimple And uh-oh there's one heading toward the door toward me Had to asphyxiate the strong one Cause she was a screamer Lay down to red bandana Stampped with a paw print over her face Start leaving the trademark As I pick up the keys to her car Tomorrow nights first priority I concur to take it from the rich And give it to myself, because I'm sure I deserve it I used to feel worthless, somehow I feel fit that Now I'm serving my purpose, bloodhound, underdog [Hook] Verse 3 (Brotha Lynch Hung) It's Mr. nine one siccness, most niggas ain't get they dick split Bitches ain't gettin they clit bit Intimate to gettin it rippin' it infinite leavin a nigga impotent In a funny way it gets me lit like it's the creeper through the night, CATCH ME Speaking with your wife, catch me Sleeping with your wife, catch me Eating up your wife, catch me Eating up the night I'm onicuous I'm straight sicc as shit You better believe it like Ripley's I'm a have a hissy fit; and it's strictly a bitch And they give me a kick out of it then I'm about to get out of here bendin up fifty quick! I smoke like 50 zips... Kutt give me the clip Wow! Ooh! I'm just killing em up with Calhoun! I paid dues and it didn't get me shit Niggas is dreaming I'd get to cleaning and leaning up out of the beamer, they bleeding I'm 'bout to be eatin this evening and I hate to deceive Some people say that's it's evilm I just say that's it's me though: I see dead people [Hook]