187-211

(album: Past Junts - 2018)

[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