The Collection

(álbum: The Collection - 2017)

Rolled up on the cut [?] motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut [?] motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut [?] motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut [?] motherfuckin grave

Life is a lie
Welcome to hell
Now you see what entails
Feel the vibes of the trios collection
It's time to let go
Let the beast take ahold
And I promise well stop your depression
Let the oceans run red with the blood of the innocent
Sinsta motions provoking the ministry
Fuck your religion
In faces, I'm spitting
To Satan, I give all my sympathy
Yes I just
Choose to confide in the devil
This evil inside shows another perspective
Controlled by the pleasure
Repent all my sins
Now I'm dealing with demons so troubled within
Psychotic thoughts
Mane I'm losing my head
I will kill if it's needed
I'm seeing the red
Labeled a pleasant
It's time to replenish
I promise I'll make 'em remember me
Fuck with my click
You will die
We so devilish
Draggin your body on down to the depths
You'll be tortured and sent to the prison of peril
Beware of the mane
He will leave you in terror
Yes you can run but the violence will find you it
Torments your soul
Eets away at your mind
You'll believe in time
That this world is no place for perfection
Get off of ya pedestal

When you step into the presence of this mutha fuckin pimp
No remorse I show no remorse I give
Feel the pressure no discretion when I'm blazing on the track
So bold so cold with the way that I react
Fear for ya life the living dead is here to be the soldiers for the mutha fuckin trio bitch we here to take shit over
We ain't scared, we prepared, bringing all this fuckin hate
Look deep into my eyes and you will see that death awaits
Vindictive my ways known there's hell to pay
Ain't the type to be scared give a fuck what's my fate
Lost faith just a waste with these visions I boast speak my mutha fuckin mind cause I can do whatever hoe
Deep hidden in my thoughts
Smoke a blunt just to calm my nerves
My nerves tellin me I am the one
Dwelling sitting in the sun-crazed in a fuckin daze
All this news that I'm hearing got my feelings in a rage
I don't care about the future
I ain't worried bout the past
Live this life fulla sin
And kill whatever's in my path
So focused on my tasks
Know the worlds in my grasp
Close my eyes fade away and let my mind make the craft
I ain't playing when I speak heed these words I relay
Devilish all day let the trio show the way
Feel the change in the air when these playas get they way
We ain't neva backing down that how this shit will always stay

Rolled up on the cut [?] motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut [?] motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut [?] motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut [?] motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut [?] motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut [?] motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut [?] motherfuckin grave
Rolled up on the cut [?] motherfuckin grave