Southern Hostility Songtext
von Devilish Trio
Southern Hostility Songtext
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'
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'
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