Ain’t No Tellin’ Songtext
von Devilish Trio

Fresh start I′m up early wipe the crust from my eye
Thinking 'bout the cheddar cheese and any bud I can find
Time to get pay back knew a bitch from way back
Couldn′t make me bust a nut so I told her hit the track

Got no time to waste, left that bitch with sour taste
Hate to think about your maker but it's baker in the place
With the 3 from the ville come equip with poison skill
Injecting into the vein, it's a high you love to feel

Boost the most just let me make a little toast
Gettin shitty on the mic I left a pile for the roast
Hold my nose high can catch these bows from the sky
Just a play′a on attack so guard yourself or it′s your life

With the words and the verbs turn a verse into a purge
Taking names out the game all to fill my twisted urge
On the verge take a rise in the clouds sitting high
Never fill my appetite always hunting for a bite


Call me big man I feel the world in my hand
Plotting on another come up it's the trio with the plan
Step back you feelin scared, do not approach
Catch a grip before you slip, this how the story goes

Yeah you can run, but you can′t hide, think about it
I thought you knew what goes up it must come down
Mate what's happenin′, the rabbit burrows deep underground
But it dont matter, 'cause I′m sniffin you out
That's how we do in the south

Yeah you can run, but you can't hide, think about it from the madness
I thought you knew what goes up it must come down
Mane what′s happenin, the three from hell ain′t playin around
Wanna see some magic, I'mma show you how we do in the south

I′m known to thrash like an Iraqi
Who's passion is capping lids behind a mask instead I′m usin my mental
I'll stick my foot right up your ass if I have to this ain′t no fib
I'm wastin suckas like a regular basket within' a kids room

My style seems to be impeccable lecturing troubled souls I hold
The weight of a messenger cleaning messes up
Except the mic is my tool and I keep it cool under pressure
While knowin′ things could be better, I′m still gon' make em move


We bringin that funk that′s how we do it in the south
Roll a junt and bob yo head in Tennessee we buck wild
Ain't no tellin what we′ll do next, they can't predict that
So all you bustas gon′ and get up out the way before I split your atoms

Matter of fact, I bet ya hungry here's a wing trick
Taste the fuckin skin upon my knuckles with some pavement
Face it, messin with the trio is a major
Mistake shit murders what we write that's on the daily

I′m built to last like a new battery pack
Off inside the whip evading crashes as if I was invisible
So come on try to take away my passion
I′mma get ya lil homie, what's a razor to a rabbit

Yeah you can run, but you can′t hide from the madness
I thought you knew what goes up it must come down
Mane what's happenin′, the three from hell ain't playin around
Wanna see some magic, I′mma show you how we do in the south

Yeah you can run, but you can't hide, think about it
I thought you knew what goes up it must come down
Mane what's happenin′, the rabbit burrows deep underground
But it don′t matter, 'cause I′m sniffin you out
That's how we do in the south