The Collection

Lyrics

[Intro] Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave [Verse 1: HYDRA MANE] Life is a lie Welcome to hell Now you see what entails, feel the vibes of the Trios' collection It's time to let go Let the beast take ahold And I promise we'll stop your depression Let the oceans run red with the blood of the innocent Sinister motions provoking the ministry Fuck your religion, in faces, I'm spitting To Satan, I give all my sympathy Yes I just choose to confide in the devil This evil inside shows another perspective Controlled by the pleasure, repent all my sins Now I'm dealing with demons so troubled within Psychotic thoughts, mane I'm losin' my head I will kill if it's needed, I'm seeing the red Labeled a peasant, It's time to replenish I promise I'll make 'em remember me Fuck with my clique, you will die We so devilish Draggin your body on down to the depths You'll be tortured and sent to the prison of peril Beware of the mane, he will leave you in terror Yes you can run but the violence will find you It torments your soul, eats away at your mind You'll believe it in time That this world is no place for perfection Get off of ya pedestal [Verse 2: BAKER] When you step into the presence of this motherfuckin' pimp No remorse I show, no remorse I give Feel depression, no discretion when I'm blazing on the track So bold so cold with the way that I react Fear for ya life the living dead is here To bring the soldiers for the mutha fuckin trio Bitch we here to take shit over We ain't scared, we prepared, bringing all this fuckin hate Look deep into my eyes and you will see that death awaits Vindictive my ways known there's hell to pay Ain't the type to be scared give a fuck what's my fate Lost faith just a waste with these visions I boast Speak my mutha fuckin mind cause I can do whatever hoe Deep hidden in my thoughts Smoke a blunt just to calm my nerves My nerves tellin me I am the one Dwelling sitting in the sun, crazed in a fuckin daze All this news that I'm hearing got my feelings in a rage I don't care about the future I ain't worried bout the past Live this life fulla sin And kill whatever's in my path So focused on my tasks Know the worlds in my grasp Close my eyes fade away and let my mind make the craft I ain't playing when I speak, heed these words I relay Devilish all day let the trio show the way Feel the change in the air when these playas get they way We ain't neva backing down that how this shit will always stay [Outro] Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave Rolled up on the cut in his motherfuckin grave