DEVILISH TRIO — EVISCERATION

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[BAKER]
These bustas scared, these bustas scared
When I step, best be prepared
I’m out my motherfuckin’ mind, but when I speak my words they rhyme
Oh so fluent, how I do it, mystic ways, my mind’s polluted
Up from mucks where I come from, no sleepless nights of making music
Smoking chicken keeps me tickin’, drowning out the sounds of violence
In the AM I be slaying
Never thought I’d be so mindless
I’m so crazed, I’m so crazed
Visions of those darker days
I cannot stop these evil thoughts, these evil thoughts control my brain
In vain, I shall reign, my competition’s obsolete
These bustas cannot fuck with me
Yes, Baker rules behind the scenes
It’s how it is, it’s how it was
I turn a bitch into my witch
This mysitic shit is what I love and I’m forever running it
Can’t stop, cream of the crop, burning bitches in a lot
Lighter in my hand, I am the man, while screamin’ «fuck a cop»
Death is the option, bitch, I’m buckin’ till I win
Yes, it’s me against the world, and now it’s time to meet your end

[HYDRA MANE]
Caught up, I’m so caught up
In my mind, I’m havin’ thoughts of violent actions
It’s my passion to [?] torture
All these bustas show no love
This murder, murder with these gloves
I get my kicks off guts and blood
This devil shit is what I love
Need a demon bitch, an evil whore, to take this dick and overdose
Look into my eyes, you see a pervert, and I’m creepin’ close
I be swangin’ on these motherfuckers with my brothers up in hell
The Trio’s where we bringin’ death from six feet under
Got a problem, got a problem
Come and solve it at the bottom
We gon’ take your fuckin’ life, your soul
Eternally I follow
In the blackness I get swallowed, demons talking in my head
Havin’ all these twisted thoughts; I’m always picturing you dead
Spirits takin’ over me, on your fear I fuckin’ feed
Only from the Tennessee, don’t play, I’m killin’ as I please
Doomset; peep the clique, I’m reppin’ all these others
Just depressing, learn your lesson, cause the Trio keep oppressin’

[TENNGAGE]
Ready, deadly, creepin with that .45, ’bout to hit a stang
I’m runnin up on all you bustas that try to come test me, mane
This blood all on my hands from the last victim, cause he ran his mouth
Bitch, I’m from the south, so you know what the fuck I’m all about
All these spells I’m spittin’, black magic — what gets me lifted
Floating in and out of consciousness, I’m falling to the dark abyss
Trio never gave a shit about your stupid fucking clique
Quit runnin’ your lip before your body ends up in a ditch
Devilish, more than this
Brothers from the fuckin’ six
We too thick, comin’ quick
Send them bodies to the knick
Your crucifix — it don’t mean shit
Fuck religion and politics
It’s all just a bag of tricks to turn you into lunatics