Southern Hostility

This the Devils due we show no love You run your mouth Don't turn around It's raining blood up in the south And if you got a fuckin' problem Come and solve it Hope our promises don't be your last breath Murder murder, meet your death Doomset what I rep, I keep it real until I die While these busta's talkin' banish it Only quit your cryin' You just jealous 'Cause we makin' hits, while you spittin' lies Come the Trio taking over, I can see it in your eyes Know you're fucking with a killer that be up all in the mess Hit your banished soul I'm feeling with your body in the track Hydra, Baker, Tenngage Homicide evil stang Let the music do the talking Why you talking like a lang Drag your body to the river, make you beg for your life Having evil thoughts, I murder as I'm gripping on my knife Seen you red in the night, getting fucked I'm down to fight Pussy boy come try your luck, I got you dead in my sight Quick to whip the bitch With the pistol grip I don't need shit Busted lip the blood you spit Watch you lay I smoke this spliff Drag your body to the pit Break your bones so you can fit Set that shit ablaze Then I sacrifice you to the six Trio run this devil shit Bustin' all these other cliques Fuck with us, you'll get the clip Watching as yo blood drip Feeling like a schizophrenic Filled with rage, I'm so satanic Fuck a Xanax, I don't panic But still stuck with all this manic I'm insane, my mind deranged Can't control my fuckin brain Tenngage here to bring the pain Detrimental to all you lanes Fingers twitching for that Glock 15 rounds will knock you off Midnight creepin' down yo block Next victim is for the shop Your body will fuckin' rot Y'all ain't 'bout this evil shit Ya counterfeit hypocrite Trying to stay relevant Underground rapper bitch Always on the Trio's dick Get the fuck off Before we have to hit another lick Wake up early every morning Smoke a bowl and burn a square Madness lurks inside my mind Lost in a trance, I sit and stare I'm well aware of what the prophecy Has shown but still cannot believe The darkness that's inside It shall arise and take ahold of me Burn, we all will turn into dust The wind it blows Life is what you make it So I turned that bitch into my hoe Sit and wait As I slowly contemplate about the fate Of a busta in my hands His life's at stake Fear is faced When you're fuckin' with A group of psychos from the shop This pimpin' is too fuckin' thick We crushing 'till we at the top Never stop rollin' as I'm folding any competition No hiccups shown in my game It ain't a thang it's just big business Fiend of the crops Burning leaves in the field The only sounds that I hear are voices of people I've killed No pain is feeled Deadly skill Just a demon here to win I can't take no fuckin' loss Upon your tombstone I'm pissin'