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