Kool-Aid

Lyrics

[Intro: Damien Quinn] November 18, 1978 Cult leader Jim Jones led nine-hundred and eighteen of his followers to their death (death) He convinced 'em to drink a concoction, mixed of grape Kool-Aid and cyanide poisoning (poisoning) In 2016, I say we do it all again Yeah [Verse 1: Bukshot] I'm off that Kool-Aid, off that wicked shit, come talk with me You think it's safe to step in my shoes and come walk with me Everybody know I pack a machete on my side, I'm ready Both of my palms are sweaty, blade is sharp I swing it steady (swing swing) Then it go chop On all these rappers that try to go pop Now thеy're saying, bitch stop When I catch you on the block yo hеad gon' drop I'm off that Jim Jones, I'm off that Charlie Manson That Helter Skelter shit I'm drinking on has got me dancin' (Uhhhhh) Let me introduce you to my dark half Yes the pun's intended, time to drink then start the bloodbath Everybody down with the wicked shit Take another sip of the Kool-Aid with me Welcome to the darkness, everybody's targets Want a piece of this, come get me [Bridge: Bukshot] Everybody wanna go to heaven, but nobody was dead Hit 'em with the MAC-11 right upside their fucking head Everybody wanna get paid, but nobody wants to grind Hit 'em in the face with a blade now watch me lose my fucking mind [Chorus: Twisted Insane] We on this wicked shit, and if you ain't down with it Then come take a hit of the Kool-Aid we sipping on to be a part of it There ain't nowhere to run and I will pull the gun and murder all this shit Killing you bitches and have to use stitches, wait for you to fall and shit They told me it was just a phase (phase) But I wanna shoot you in the face (face) Then drop you chopping off your legs (legs) Here we go another murder case (case) I love the way your kidney taste when I'm chewing on your bosom, it was yo fate Tell me that you wanna come and play, if you really wanna step into the wicked, come and get it, take a sip of this Kool-Aid [Verse 2: Bukshot] Assimilation got me talking with myself I got a demon on my shoulder and some Kool-Aid on my shelf (yeah) I got a need to wear no weapon on my belt My temper's like a microwave and shit's about to melt (y-y-y-yeah) My fangs are red and dripping That venom and I'm tripping Catch 'em on the block they slipping, from down south to the murder-mitten I'll put that poison in 'em, taste that punch a zombie bit in Matter of fact I'm feeling murderous better check on yo children I'm on some cult shit Rest in peace my homie Geno Rep the M.O.B. bitch Clip is empty, 'bout to reload Let 'em all know that I'm coming with death and the wicked shit I can relate Kool-Aid I sip it up Bodybags zip 'em up Ripping these bitches straight out of the gate [Bridge: Bukshot] Everybody wanna go to heaven, but nobody was dead Hit 'em with the MAC-11 right upside their fucking head Everybody wanna get paid, but nobody wants to grind Hit 'em in the face with a blade now watch me lose my fucking mind [Chorus: Twisted Insane] We on this wicked shit, and if you ain't dying with it Then come take a hit of the Kool-Aid we sipping on to be a part of it There ain't nowhere to run and I will pull the gun and murder all this shit Killing you bitches and have to use stitches, wait for you to fall and shit They told me it was just a phase (phase) But I wanna shoot you in the face (face) Then drop you chopping off your legs (legs) Here we go another murder case (case) I love the way your kidney taste when I'm chewing on your bosom, it was yo fate Tell me that you wanna come and play, if you really wanna step into the wicked, come and get it, take a sip of this Kool-Aid [Verse 3: Damien Quinn] That cult need a swinger Cut everybody parts up in my freezer Next to your mothers severed head, you wanna greet her? You could say hi right before we eat her Beat into a bloody pulp, cause no one ever leaves this cult What is the result? You convulsing on the asphalt Yo body is rejoicing from cyanide poisoning Your soul is now ascending as my Kool-Aid is coursing through your veins It's insane how demons sing and then they drain Your life expectancy my recipe will let you rest in peace Jonestown, '78 It's yo fate, I'll make you great Cult shit, we'll eat off the same plate Let's escape this world of hate This culture is a sculpture, on how you vision earth Death is not a fearful thing, it's living that's cursed [Outro] Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!