Hey Joe

Hey Joe, Where you goin' with that gun in your hand ? Hey Joe, Where you goin' with that gun in your hand ? Goin' down to shot my old lady You know I caught her mess around with another man, Goin' down to shot my old lady You know I caught her mess around with another man, That ain't too good Hey Joe, Heard you shot your woman down, Hey Joe, Heard you shot your lady down, Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught that girl mess around town Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught that girl mess around town I took out my gun, Then I shot her I shot her Hey Joe, Where you gonna run to now? Hey Joe, Where you gonna run to now? Where you gonna go? Goin' way down south, Way down to mexico way Goin' way down south, Way down where I can be free, Ain't no hangman gonna, Get a rope around me, Ain't no hangman gonna, Get a rope around me

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 14, 2025

Way down in New Orleans, yeah I met this old lady She said she'd teach me 'bout Voodoo She said she knew about Voodoo She said she'd teach me 'bout Voodoo She said she knew about Voodoo She had an old doll She had a long shiny needle She held the doll in the air It looked kinda like me She took the needle Stuck it in its eye! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My eye, bitch! Now I'm still in the room with this crazy bitch And she still had the doll She said I'll teach you 'bout Voodoo You wanna learn about Voodoo She said I'll teach you 'bout Voodoo She said she knew about Voodoo She held the doll in her hand She had some long shiny scissors She said some magic words The doll looked more and more like me She held the doll in the air She took the scissors Cut off all its fingers! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My fingers, bitch! Voodoo, Voodoo Voodoo, Voodoo So if you're ever down in New Orleans, yeah You might meet an old lady She might have a doll It might look like you Don't ask about the Voodoo Stay away from Voodoo Leave alone the Voodoo Motherfuck the Voodoo

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 11, 2026

Out one night, yo, just chillin' out with my crew We were actin' wild 'cause I didn't have nothin' else better to do Got a nine at my waist, stay out my fuckin' face You fuck with me, right here'll be your resting place Some ol' sucker, yo, he tried to put a move on me I shot him in the face: murder, in the first degree Now I'm sweatin', regrettin', that's not for me They got me locked in the fuckin' penitentiary Bowels of the devil Let me tell you what the motherfucker eats Its stomach's filled with lost souls Guts made out of steel and concrete Bowels of the devil Listen close, 'cause I've been there before And you don't wanna die there They call it goin' out the back door The back door, the back door, the back door Walked in the club all the ho's gave me the sex look They like a nigga like me 'cause I'm a known crook And my posse's down, we don't mess around You fuck with us, you'll be six feet underground That night they got me locked in a row called death The governor, that motherfucker wants my last breath That's right, homeboy wanted to pull a switch on me Up here in this fuckin' penitentiary

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 11, 2026