Welcome 2 Tha Shop

(álbum: Devilish Trio - 2016)

[Intro:]
Doomshop
Doomshop
Doomshop

[Baker Ya Maker:]
Enter in my mind and you will see what is contained
Visions of psychotic thoughts on my brain
The phonk got me clicking, I'm feeling insane
Scoping a busta, we easily stang
Hanging out the fucking window
Bucking, bumping [?]
I steady light some fucking windows
Behind you can't see the one who in control
The feelings I hold are of something that's cold
The anger inside is about to unload
Bitch step in my path and the presence is shown
An evil force that is here to reap your soul
If you wanna go, then bitch done bring it
My clique is so phonk, we intend to keep with it
You fuck with the Set and your ass gonna get it
You fuck with the Shop and then death is your sickness
Neva fear a bitch you killing for the thrill
[?]
Devour any who appear
Do not approach us, I aim to make clear
Baker is ya maker, come and step in through the blaze
Stomping any busta who dare to show his face
Bust him in his shit and lay his ass to the pave
Don't fuck with me bitch cause I aim to be played
Doomshop what I claim
Testing game, you getting slain
Down to fight and scared to swang
Fuck 'em all, no love for lames
See the flames
Feel the heat
Beneath we creep, on these bustas while they sleep
Think you brave? Bitch come and see

[Hydra Mane:]
Doomshop 'till I die
Fuck with us, you get that knife
To yo fucking head
Fill you up with lead
Letcho body rot
Walking right up to yo house
Master mane, I'm busting rounds
Bitch don't make a fucking sound
I'm quick to lay ya underground
Evil the voices that be in my head
Killing these bustas, I'm seeing the red
Leaving yo body filled up with that lead
Fuck with the Shop and we leaving you dead
Test my nuts, I'll spill them guts
Group full of killers, we getting you buck
Cross me bitch, come try ya luck
I'm leaving yo ass dead in the trunk
Born in the south so don't mess with the Mane
Putting this [?] right to yo brain
Thought you knew we ain't playing no games
This Doomshop bitch and we making a stang
Deep in this junt
Click killing a thang
Got demonic thoughts
Oh I'm going insane
We coming so thick, [?]
Puffing on blunts, getting higher than planes
Cock my Ruger, 'bout to blast
Up in yo dreams, I'm the one with the mask
Clique fulla killas, we puffing the scrilla
You talking that shit, hoe it's murda for real
Coming hard, we'll beat ya down
Bite the curb, kiss the ground
Doomshop, Devilish Trio
Getting buck, you know the sound