Peek-A-Boo
Krizz Kaliko Lyrics

Hahaha, peek-a-boo. I see you. Hahaha. Aww. What's the matter? You don't love me anymore?
Krizz Kaliko is mocking his rivals, indicating that he is still around and sees them, even though they may have thought he was gone. He questions if they are scared or no longer interested in him.

Hahaha. Peek-a-boo niggas. Yea. I see ya. Big Krizz Kaliko, baby. Kali baby. Twiztid, Prozak. Yea. Strange Music and Psychopathic holdin' down the underground. Still
Krizz Kaliko is identifying himself, the affiliated artists and labels, and confirming their hold on the music industry.

It ain't over when ya think it's exonerated, gonna hate it, It's on on sight and you think I ain't the type (Right)
Krizz Kaliko warns that even if rivals think he's out, his resentment towards them is still alive and will erupt unexpectedly.

And Christmas ain't enough to make Krizz miss Hit 'em in the middle of 'em turn 'em into Swiss Miss, this
Krizz Kaliko implies that even if Christmas came and went, he will strike back hard against his rivals and produce a violent outcome.

Too hard to turn back when it's irreconcilable, Tempers is volatile when you feel you got violence all bottled up I'mma sum it up
Krizz Kaliko realizes that conflicts and frustration have reached a point of no return, and bottled-up rage could boil over anytime. He concludes that he has to act.

I'mma change my angle from an angel to gettin' niggas runnin' up Ain't a gangsta or soldier but thanks to ignorant niggas now I got a chip on my shoulder
Krizz Kaliko will shift his personality and make his enemies run in fear, and he will do so not as a gangster or soldier but as a man with a point to prove because of the folly of his rivals.

It started in the eightees, baby went, crazy, maybe been, Hades, but I'm heaven sent You can see it on my face I'm a saint That don't mean I can't go real hard in the paint
Krizz Kaliko reflects on his past and accepts his misdeeds, but he believes that he has been redeemed, and his face shows that he's a virtuous man. However, he acknowledges that being a saint doesn't prevent him from becoming an aggressor when needed.

My mind at a place but with medicine I'll be much better in a week or two, if not peek-a-boo
Krizz Kaliko reveals that he's going through some mental struggles, but he assures that medical intervention will help him recover. However, if it doesn't work as planned, he will still be a tough opponent.

Peek-a-boo. I see you. Tell me what you're gonna do. (PEEK-A-BOO!) Peek-a-boo. You see me. Standing right in front of you. (I SEE YOU!) Peek-a-boo. I see you. Now it comes right back to you. (PEEK-A-BOO!) Peek-a-boo. Okay, go. ???? (I SEE YOU!)
Krizz Kaliko challenges his rivals to reveal their strategy and actions, as he sees them but they should also be able to perceive him. The game of peek-a-boo is now in their hands.

Yo, some say my candle burns at both ends Insanity in my brain stems I think these are the reasons I have no friends
Prozak acknowledges that his life is caught in a spiral of madness and that his actions have caused him to be alone and hated by people.

You begin to choke and, ya blood get soaked in, I leave ya dizzy like that bitch Lindsey Lohan There ain't no hope man, go straight to the throat, damn!
Prozak describes how he inflicts pain on his opponents, causing them to suffer and suffocate. He expresses no mercy and advises those who dare to confront him to confront him directly.

Prozak and Kaliko, Twiztid, here come the horsemen Always stay renegaded, the solo killa, warfare gorilla, hitchcock, they call me Prozilla So peep da chronicles lyrics so diabolical I'll leave ya brain matter splattered with hair follicles Behold the prophecies before I am done I shall leave a wake of destruction and follow the sun All hail the ominous one who went to prom wit a gun, and now they're screamin' and runnin' But now it's time for the fun
Prozak mentions the lineup of artists he's aligned with, and how together, they form a strong force, much like the Four Horsemen. He describes himself as a skilled warrior who writes sinister lyrics, which if heard carefully, will leave a mark of fear on listeners. He proclaims himself as a destructive force, like the sun, who will create chaos and terror wherever he goes.

Careful never to cross a man when you don't know what he goin' through Prozak, psychopath, bitch, peek-a-boo!
Prozak warns his rivals to be careful and sympathetic as the person dealing with mental hardship could be pushed over the edge. He identifies himself as a psychopath who plays the game of peek-a-boo with his opponents.

I'm sicker than most folks who say they mind twisted Like chrome on gold spokes, pop hoes like No-doz I'm hunting mothafuckers down in nightmares Prepare for the chance that I'm there and get your life spared Fight fair? Never, not me, fuck with the wrong cat Watch a big dog flee
Twiztid declares himself sicker than most people who claim to have disturbed thoughts. He compares himself to flashy car parts, pops people like caffeine pills, and chases his opponents into their worst nightmares. He advises his adversaries to prepare for a fight that could spare their life and suggests that he is a tough opponent who never plays fair.

I'm bad news like teen pregnancy and you know at the second you say some shit about me I'm not a bottom feeder Bring the grim reaper to the non believer Tell him death wanna meet ya (Here we go!) Ferocious, the Earth dies screamin'
Twiztid compares himself to bad news, like teenage pregnancy, and asserts that anyone who speaks against him will face dire consequences. He positions himself as a persistent fighter that brings death to disbelievers, even with the help of the grim reaper. He concludes his lines with a bleak and ominous statement that the world will end under his violent reign.

invaded by cockroaches and screw fly demons Homicidal, I'm carvin' a final draft, big names with x's through 'em scribbled in my note pad (PEEK-A-BOO!) Cross 'em out and trace 'em like silhouettes, Leave 'em bloody and dismembered so nobody ever forgets (I SEE YOU!)
Twiztid imagines an invasion of demons and pests to cause chaos. He depicts himself as a cold-blooded killer, meticulously etching out plans of taking out famous people with a violent end. He describes how he records his kills in a notebook and traces his victims like a cop tracing the outline of a body on the ground. His last line reveals that he wants to leave an unforgettable mark of terror on people.