187-211
Fear the reaper, fear the reaper, pass the time by lighting chief up
Mystically the smoke engulfs, 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 your dreams we grow
And scared of the boogie mane until he comes to steal your 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 you
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, it's fuck 'em all, ain't got no patience
Fuck a bitch ass hoe
Hit him with the snub nose
Six shots, hollow tips
Doomshop, we never quit
Rip this bitch, pistol whip
Motherfucker screaming shit
Hide your body then I dip
Wickedness your 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 infrared
Leave you on your fuckin' ass
Body in the bloody bath
Sacrifice your mom and dad
This shit turns a player mad
Faded thoughts, my mind is dragged
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 hope
This evil shit is all I know
I'm fuckin' tricks and breakin' hoes
It's verbal murda with these flows
I be what's lurking in the smoke
I'm with my clique, we puffin' dope
Off in the cut, creating plans
We be the men who taking over
Psychopathic savage
Catch you slippin' with that automatic
Reachin' death, your life is tragic
This is Doomshop Madness three
Motherfuckers from the south
We come and taking bank in [?]
Step into this clip
We got that dirty Glock to take you down
Hide your 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
Mystically the smoke engulfs, 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 your dreams we grow
And scared of the boogie mane until he comes to steal your 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 you
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, it's fuck 'em all, ain't got no patience
Fuck a bitch ass hoe
Hit him with the snub nose
Six shots, hollow tips
Doomshop, we never quit
Rip this bitch, pistol whip
Motherfucker screaming shit
Hide your body then I dip
Wickedness your 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 infrared
Leave you on your fuckin' ass
Body in the bloody bath
Sacrifice your mom and dad
This shit turns a player mad
Faded thoughts, my mind is dragged
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 hope
This evil shit is all I know
I'm fuckin' tricks and breakin' hoes
It's verbal murda with these flows
I be what's lurking in the smoke
I'm with my clique, we puffin' dope
Off in the cut, creating plans
We be the men who taking over
Psychopathic savage
Catch you slippin' with that automatic
Reachin' death, your life is tragic
This is Doomshop Madness three
Motherfuckers from the south
We come and taking bank in [?]
Step into this clip
We got that dirty Glock to take you down
Hide your 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
Credits
Writer(s): Devilish Trio
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