Devilish Trio Southern Hostility Lyrics

[Verse 1: hydra mane]
This the Devils due we show no love you run your mouth
Don't turn around its raining blood up in the south
And if you gotta f*ckin problem come and solve it
Hope our promises its don't be your last breath
Murder-murder meet you there
Doomset what I rep, I keep it real until I die
All these bustas talkin' banish it
Only quit your cryin'
You just jealous
Cause we making hits
Why you spitting lies
Come the Trio taking over I can see it in your eyes
Know your f*cking with a killer that be all up in the mess
Hit your banished soul I'm feeling with your body in the track
Hydra, Baker, Tenngage
Homicide evil stang
Let the music do the talking
Why you talking like a lang
Drag your body to the river Make you beg
For your life
Having evil thoughts, I murder as I'm dripping on my knife
Seen you red in the night
Getting f*cked I'm down to fight
p*ssy boy come try and look I got you dead in my sight

[Verse 2: tenngage]
Quick to whip the bitch
With the pistol grip
I don't need shit
Busted lip
The blood you spit
Watch you lay I smoke this spliff
Drag your body to the pit
Break your bones so you can fit
Set that shit ablaze then I
Sacrifice you to the six
Trio run this devil shit
Bustin all these other clicks
f*ck with us you'll get the clip
Watching as yo' blood drip
Feeling like a schizophrenic
Filled with rage I'm so satanic
f*ck a Xanax I don't panic
But still stuck with all this manic
I'm insane my mind deranged Can't control my f*ckin brain
Tenngage here to bring the pain
Detrimental to all you lanes
Fingers twitching for that Glock
15 rounds will knock you off
Midnight creepin' down yo' block
Next victim is for the shop
Your body will f*ckin rot
Y'all ain't bout this evil shit
Ya counterfeit hypocrite
Tryin to stay relevant
Underground rapper bitch
Always on the trios dick
Get the f*ck off before we have to hit a another lick

[Verse 3: baker]
Wake up early every morning
Smoke a bowl and burn a square
Madness lurks inside my mind
Lost in a trance I sit and stare
I'm well aware of what the prophecy
Has shown but still cannot believe
The darkness that's inside
It shall arise and take a hold of me
Burn we all will turn into dust the wind it blows
Life is what you make it
So I turned that bitch into my hoe
Sit and wait
As I slowly contemplate, about the fate
Of a busta in my hands, his life's at stake
Fear is faced
When you f*ckin with a group of psychos from the shop
This pimpin' is too f*ckin thick you we crushing till we at the top
Neva Stop
Rollin as I'm folding any competition
No hiccups shown in my game
It ain't no thang it's just big business
Fiend of the crops
Burning leaves in the field
The only sounds that I hear are voices of people I've killed
No pain is feeled
Deadly skill
Just a demon here to win
I can not take a f*ckin loss
Upon you tombstone I'm pissin'