Текст песни
m-m-maybe u sleep, baby?
PHXNK WXRLD 3
Fear the reaper, fear the reaper, past the time I light and chief up mystically
The smoking ghost then fades away, I've been awoke
Feel the rage of the blaze
If you tough then thank you brave
Come and step to me bitch and make my motherfuckin' day
Hear the stank with the quickness, in my head's the sickness
Evil plays the darker days with ways that are malicious
So devilish to trio ho
Even in no dreams we grow and scared of the bug and mine
Until it comes to steal your soul
Deep below the mystery, see that my thoughts so viciously
Now can't you see I can't believe much, anything means shit to me
Schizophrenic, lunatic, the static drives my paranoia
But still I wash my back, cause these bustas comin' for ya
Let them dead, body rot, sacrifice in photoshop
Stealin' em, but bring the boot through underground
We stay at the top, lay the waste, I can't be faded
Ain't no game, bitch, I ain't playin' no remorse
I'm showin' hoes, let's fuck em all, ain't got no patience
Fuck a bitch-ass hoe, hit em with the snub
Nose, six shots, hollow tips, do em sharp
We never quit, rip this bitch, pistol whip
Motherfucker screamin' shit, hide your body then I dip
Wickedness, your wig I split
Morbid thoughts of evilness
Comin' out the dark abyss, Tennessee the trio lives
Devilishly bringin' death, Hydra Baker leave ya dead 1−8-7
Bloody red, kickin' busters in the pit
Mesmerizing to a trip, haz-mag, gas mask
Lunatic, a psychopath, bit you with that infrared
Leave you on your fucking ass, body in a bloody bath
Sacrifice your mom and dad, this shit turns a player mad. Faded thoughts, my mind is dragged
It's the trio, it's the trio out to make a fucking stand
I grab my mask and cut my clock, I'm ready to pop on any dime
Murder, murder, 1−8-7, send a buster straight to heaven
Never sell my fucking soul, but still the devil has control
Leaving bitches with no hope, deceitful shit
Insult, I know I'm bucking tricks and breaking hoses
Verbal murder with these flows, I be what's lurking
In the smake, I'm with my clique We paffin' dape off in the cut
Creatin' plans, we be the metal Takin' over, psychopathic savage
Catch you slippin' with that automatic
Reach it up, your life is tragic This is Doomshot Madness 3, motherfuckers from the South
We comin' thick and bangin' thot Step into this clique
We got that dirty glock to take you down
Hide your body in the dark. Woods where it can't be found
Everybody scattered. When the deadest trio come around
Kill their thangs, leave them in the flames
Saw the underground, got pagan in my blood
I will always love this evil sound
