Go To Hell
Prozak Lyrics

If it's hate that you speak
If you spread negativity, then you should suffer eternal damnation in hell

(Go to hell!)
You deserve punishment for such negative behavior and actions

And if you prey upon the weak
If you take advantage of those who can't defend themselves, then you deserve to go to hell

Spreadin' lies and deciets
If you spread lies and deceit, then you deserve to go to hell

Eternal flames, feel the heats
You will feel the eternal heat of hell if you commit such sins

And if you cannot make amends
If you refuse to make things right and repent, then you will be sent to hell

And if you follow every trend
If you always conform and follow the crowd without thinking for yourself, then you are heading towards hell

And if you back stab your friends
If you betray your friends and loved ones, then you deserve to go to hell

If you ain't down 'til the end
If you are not loyal and faithful, then you deserve to go to hell

The chosen one, the wicked son, they call Hitchcock
The artist is introducing himself as a wicked son, named as Hitchcock by others

Talk some shit and I'ma hit you with this quick block
If you mess with the artist, then he will respond quickly and fiercely

Body parts are scattered and sealed up in ziplocks
The artist will cause severe harm to those who cross him and they will end up in pieces in plastic bags

With my steel cats get ill'd up to six blocks
With his group of loyal followers, he can control and dominate the area around him

You can try to run away but you won't get far
You can try to escape the wrath of the artist, but you will ultimately fail

They call me Prozak, BITCH!, the knight of Templar
The artist proudly declares himself as Prozak and compares himself to a chivalrous knight, a member of the Knights Templar

I'll open up your brain like the Deathstar
The artist's lyrics have the power to penetrate the listener's brain, just like the Deathstar weapon

And lyrics come to me like ghosts from the graveyard
The artist is inspired by supernatural forces to make his music

Since my birth I've been obsessed with the dead
The artist has had a fascination with death from a young age

Homocidal thoughts while I was bein' breast fed
The artist experienced homicidal thoughts even when he was an infant and being breastfed

I tried to kill myself but I survived instead
The artist made an attempt on his own life but was not successful

From pieces of a broken mirror, sliced my wrists, bled
The artist made the suicide attempt by using the broken pieces of a mirror to cut his wrist

Shit, my wicked rhymes will have you overdose
The artist's music has the power to intoxicate and overwhelm the listener

I'll leave your ass comatose
The artist's rhymes will leave you in a state of unconsciousness

You try to play me close I'll levitate the smoke
If you try to confront or challenge the artist, he will use his power to make you disappear

When I hit the fuckin' stage be like, "What's that smell?"
The artist's stage presence is so strong that it has a noticeable impact on the audience

Sulfer and brimstone BITCH, go to hell
The artist is summoning brimstone and sulfur to send his enemies to hell

The radios afraid to play my wicked paragraphs
The artist's music is too dark and controversial for mainstream radio

Go to the station lock and load up on they whole staff
The artist is encouraging his fans to take violent action against the radio stations that refuse to play his music

And let them know the danger of us crossin' paths
The artist is issuing a warning to his enemies that they will face consequences if they oppose him

And let it be known that I spit the truth like a polygraph
The artist declares that he always speaks the truth, much like a polygraph lie detector test

So jot it down homie, copy that
The artist is challenging others to copy his style and lyrics if they dare

There's always room for another carbon copycat
The artist feels that imitators of his music are not a threat, and rather a compliment

They tried to run with my style but I got it back
Others may have tried to copy his style, but the artist always manages to reclaim it as his own

It's hard to sound just like me with your head in half
The artist's music is so unique that others cannot replicate it without splitting their own heads open