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DEVILISH TRIO
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Correct 187 - 211
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[Baker] Fear the reaper Fear the reaper Pass the time by lighting chief up Mystically the smoke ingulfs then fades away I've been awoke Feel the rage of the blaze if you tough then think you brave Come and step to me bitch and make my motherfuckin day Hit a stang with the quickness in my hands the sickness Evil plays the darker days with ways that are malicious So devilish the trio hoe Even in yo dreams we grow And scared of the boogie mane Until he comes to steal yo soul Deep below the mysteries eat at my thoughts so viscously Now can't you see I can't believe much anything means shit to me Schizophrenic lunatic the static drowns my paranoia But still I watch my back Cause these bustas comin for ya Left them dead Body rot Sacrifice them for the shop Still unknown but bring the boom true underground we stand on top Laid to waste I can't be faded Ain't no game bitch I ain't playin No remorse I'm showing hoes Its fuck em all ain't got no patience [Tenngage] Fuck a bitch ass hoe Hit him with the snub nose 6 shots Hollow tips Doomshop we never quit Rip this bitch Pistol whip Motherfucker screaming shit Hide yo body then I dip Wickedness yo wig I split Morbid thoughts of evilness Comin out the dark abyss Tennessee the trio lives Devilish we bringin death Hydra baker leave you dead 187 bloody red Kickin bustas in the pit Mesmerizing to a trip Hazmat gas mask lunatic a psychopath Hit you with that infra red Leave you on yo fuckin ass Body in the bloody bath Sacrifice your mom and dad This shit turns a player mad Faded thoughts my mind is dragged [Hydra Mane] It's the trio It's the trio Out to make a fucking sting I grab my mask and cock my Glock I'm ready to pop on anything Murda murda 187 send the busta straight to heaven Never sell my fuckin soul but still the devil has control Leavin bitches with no hopeless evil Shit is off I know I'm fuckin tricks And breakin hoes its verbal murda with these flows I be restockin in the smoke I'm with my clique we puffin dope Off in the cut creating plans We be the men taking over Psychopathic savage Catch ya slippin with that automatic Reachin death Your life is tragic This is doomshop madness 3 Motherfuckers from the south We come and taking bank Step into this clip We got this dirty Glock to take you down Hide yo body in the dark Woods where it can't be found Everybody scattered when the devilish trio come around Killing things Leave em in the flames of the underground Got pagan in my blood I will always love this evil sound
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