HEAD TO HADES Tobe Nwigwe (Ft. Foggieraw & Royce Da 5'9")

[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe]
Ooh
Yeah
Ahem
Y'all ready? Look

[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Cook crack, cook crack, cook crack, that's what my bars is
Could never play me for ho-ho-ho, I peep the clauses
My whole set is down to throw it up, but we not nauseous
And I got big drip, big splash and whatever else out the faucet
Yeah, it get slippery 'round a big splasher
Yo' 'hood full of whole bunch of sombreros, big cappers
I'm good with my cornea on a sparrow when it get critical
But my 'hood keep a bag of sticks like a scarecrow, wig snatchers
Ooh, guard your head top, head top
Serpent slidin' by your ankles plottin' leg locks, leg locks
Been had ten toes in the gravel, but I ain't from Bеdrock
Guard your bread shop, your yeast rise, most thiеves' eyes deadlock on all your treasure
Most measure a man's worth, but what brings pleasure?
I endeavor to add some feathers on the wings of those transgressors that feel lesser
And can't quite apply the pressure to the esophagus of they oppressor
I hope my bars are intercessors to end the efforts of all you little devils

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe]
Yeah, go to Hell
Hey, lil' devil, go to Hell
Huh, all you devils, go to Hell
You think you know me well, but go to Hell, yeah