Cali - Hell Houndz 1 Lyrics

Everybody know that Cali come to collect
He gon' boom on the net, you will come to respect
One little side step and I'll leave you to death
It'd be futile to stay boy the cumulative rates, I'm as good as they get
Off to success no i don't come for sex
But i will come for necks when i give you your last, Cali be the new breath
Of refresh in your chest never envy the less
I just shoot for the best and aim for what's next
I spit it like a chopper but I don't got a TEC
Create new flows but y'all just go fetch
F*ck praying to GOD I'm busy being blessed
Police be pressed to test cuz I'm sus, but they vexed, perplexed that I ain't got no sess
I'm a beast to the bone, rage in my veins, running through my DNA

Better put that in my pack, take that
Put that on my tab, break that
Lay you on the slab and watch how i carry the track yea
Put that on my back, and put your ass to the ground
Out for blood imma hound this my f*cking dog pound

Bitch I'll bark up the tree, never ever let em breathe
Never let em sleep never let em eat till they feel my energy
Im a hundred men in one: Cali Centipede
Leave em all speckled and checkered in blood till they finally king me
Till they finally bring me to the gates of heaven
Eleven plus 2 how unlucky of me to buck up at HE even tho he really be hmmm
G O D that's me C. Ali Re-Ally don't make no difference to me
Im still spliffin the weed
Burn the trees all over the seas and feeling the wind and the breeze yea
Feeling the beat in my ears
Tryna write a rhyme wit your tears
I'm all of your fears, and generally i am way more better than thee, you're smellerbee
Will never match my en-e-r gy you might as well just

Put that in my pack, take that
Put that on my tab, break that
Lay you on the slab and look how I'm just carrying the track yea
Put that on my back, and put your ass to the ground
Oh nah they ain't ready

Im like that spillage in your village
Like a Tyler to your business
You're the Gwinnett I'm the Guinness
I be running wit gorillas
Stuffing bitches wit my fillings
Don't be getting in your feelings cuz i am the best pickings
While you in the back flipping, boy you're finished
You're diminished and I really shouldn't be grinning
Cuz to me this all a scrimmage
I'm just enjoying this, f*ck what you heard bout me being inglorious
I'm not endearing
What you should fearing is me tearing you apart little by little
And cooking that ass up throw you on the griddle
Sizzle in the pot and make that kettle pop
See them juices dribble bit em in the middle
I be eating em up and spitting em out
I don't be feeling em up i kill em all now
Missing em now has got me all sentimental
Tryna get on whatever's got you going mental

Put that in my pack, take that
Put that on my tab, break that
Lay you on the slab and look how i just carried the track yea
Put that on my back, and put your ass in the muhthaf*cking dirt
Y'all can't f*ck with them hell bound hounds YUH