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'