paroles de chanson Southern Hostility - Devilish Trio

This the Devils due we show no love you run your mouth
Don't turn around it's 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 makin' hits
Why you spittin' lies
Come the Trio taking over I can see it in your eyes
Know you're fucking with a killer that be up all 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
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 you other clicks
Fuck with us you'll get 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 hwre 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
Trying to stay relevant
Underground rapper bitch
Always on the Trio's fuck
Get the fuck off before we have to hit another lick
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 not 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 cannot take a fuckin' loss
Upon you tombstone I'm pissin'