Evisceration

Lyrics

[Baker Ya Maker] These bustas scared, these bustas scared When I step, best be prepared I'm out my motherfuckin' mind, but when I speak my words they rhyme Oh so fluent, how I do it, mystic ways, my mind's polluted Up from mucks where I come from, no sleepless nights of making music Smoking chicken keeps me tickin', drowning out the sounds of violence In the AM I be slaying Never thought I'd be so mindless I'm so crazed, I'm so crazed Visions of those darker days I cannot stop these evil thoughts, these evil thoughts control my brain In vain, I shall reign, my competition's obsolete These bustas cannot fuck with me Yes, Baker rules behind the scenes It's how it is, it's how it was I turn a bitch into my witch This mysitic shit is what I love and I'm forever running it Can't stop, cream of the crop, burning bitches in a lot Lighter in my hand, I am the man, while screamin' "fuck a cop" Death is the option, bitch, I'm buckin' till I win Yes, it's me against the world, and now it's time to meet your end [Hydra Mane] Caught up, I'm so caught up In my mind, I'm havin' thoughts of violent actions It's my passion to [bring pain to the unforune] All these bustas show no love This murder, murder with these gloves I get my kicks off guts and blood This devil shit is what I love Need a demon bitch, an evil whore, to take this dick and overdose Look into my eyes, you see a pervert, and I'm creepin' close I be swangin' on these motherfuckers with my brothers up in hell The Trio's where we bringin' death from six feet under Got a problem, got a problem Come and solve it at the bottom We gon' take your fuckin' life, your soul Eternally I follow In the blackness I get swallowed, demons talking in my head Havin' all these twisted thoughts; I'm always picturing you dead Spirits takin' over me, on your fear I fuckin' feed Only from the Tennessee, don't play, I'm killin' as I please Doomset; peep the clique, I'm reppin' all these others Just depressing, learn your lesson, cause the Trio keep oppressin' [Tenngage] Ready, deadly, creepin with that .45, 'bout to hit a stang I'm runnin up on all you bustas that try to come test me, mane This blood all on my hands from the last victim, cause he ran his mouth Bitch, I'm from the south, so you know what the fuck I'm all about All these spells I'm spittin', black magic — what gets me lifted Floating in and out of consciousness, I'm falling to the dark abyss Trio never gave a shit about your stupid fucking clique Quit runnin' your lip before your body ends up in a ditch Devilish, more than this Brothers from the fuckin' six We too thick, comin' quick Send them bodies to the knick Your crucifix — it don't mean shit Fuck religion and politics It's all just a bag of tricks to turn you into lunatics