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Southern Hostility Lyrics - Artist : Devilish Trio
[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 fuckin 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 fucking 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 fucked I'm down to fight Pussy boy come try and look I got you dead in my sight [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 Fuck with us you'll get the clip Watching as yo' blood drip Feeling like a schizophrenic Filled with rage I'm so satanic Fuck a Xanax I don't panic But still stuck with all this manic I'm insane my mind deranged Can't control my fuckin 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 fuckin 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 fuck off before we have to hit a another lick [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 fuckin with a group of psychos from the shop Dis pimpin' is too fuckin 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 fuckin loss Upon you tombstone I'm pissin' |
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