WELCOME 2 THA SHOP

Lyrics

[Intro] Doom shop Doom shop Doom shop [Verse I: Baker Ya Maker] Enter in my mind and you will see what is contained Visions of psychotic thoughts on my brain The phonk got me clickin', I'm feelin' insane Scopin' a busta, we easily stang Hangin' out the fuckin' window Buckin', bumpin' Volume One I steady light some fuckin' windows Behind you can't see the one who in control The feelings I hold are of something that's cold The anger inside is about to unload Bitch step in my path and the presence is shown An evil force that is here to reap your soul If you wanna go, then bitch done bring it My clique is so phonk, we intend to keep wit it You fuck with the Set and your ass gonna get it You fuck with the Shop and then death is your sickness Neva fear a bitch we killin' for the thrill Opponents cower they scared of what's here Devour any who appear Do not approach us, I aim to make clear Baker is ya maker, come and step in through the blaze Stompin' any busta who dare to show his face Bust him in his shit and lay his ass to the pave Don't fuck with me bitch cuz I aim to be played Doomshop what I claim Testin' game, you gettin' slain Down to fight and scared to swang Fuck 'em all, no love for lames See the flames Feel the heat From beneath we creepin' deep, on these bustas while they sleep Think you brave? Bitch come and see [Verse II: HYDRA MANE] Doomshop 'till I die Fuck with us, you get that nine To yo head Fill you up with lead Letcho body rot Walkin' right up to yo house Master mane, I'm bustin' rounds Bitch don't make a fuckin' sound I'm quick to lay ya underground Evil the voices that be in my head Killin' these bustas, I'm seein' the red Leavin' yo body filled up with that lead If you fuck with the Shop oh we leavin' you dead Test my nuts, I'll spill them guts Group full of killers, we gettin' you buck Cross me bitch, come try ya luck I'm leavin' yo ass dead in the trunk Born in the south so don't mess with the Mane Puttin' the south of right to yo brain Thought you knew we ain't playin' no games It's Doomshop bitch and we makin' a stang Deep in this junt сlique killin' a thang Got demonic thoughts Oh I'm goin' insane We comin' so thick, more consistent in pain Puffin' on blunts, gettin' higher than planes Cock my Ruger, 'bout to blast Up in yo dreams, I'm the one with the mask Clique fulla killas, we puffin' the scrilla You talkin' that shit, hoe it's murda for real Comin' hard, we'll beat ya down Bite the curb, kiss the ground Doomshop, Devilish Trio Gettin' buck, you know the sound