SMOKED OUT KILLAZ

[Verse 1: Baker] Baker creepin' while you sleepin' on the track, that' to attack Bustas out here runnin' lip; talking shit behind my back If you hoe, bitch I’m foe, empathy I’m never showin' Slowly rollin' in a stolen, blacked-out hearse with rims that’s golden Dim the lights, in the days, Smoked Out Killaz in a rage Devilish is just our ways, the trio’s here to set ablaze Competition, its our mission, so I don’t care who I’m hittin' If you disrespectin' pimpin' then your fucking head I’m splittin' I don’t give a fuck, bitch, I bring it rough Speaking through the static If you think you tough; come and step I’ll show you who’s the baddest Never. Gave a. Fuck I just get drunk and I smoke some weed Shadows of the cut, resides the evil deep inside of me Hear the angels weep, as I creep up from beneath Evil shit is what I speak, this darker shit’s what I believe Feel the force, where’s the score In your head I have contort Images of death and gore, brainwashed, killed and on the floor Follow me, won’t be missed Never happy; always pissed TENNGAGE, HYDRA MANE and BAKER bringing that devil shit [Verse 2: HYDRA MANE] HYDRA MANE, in the shadows creeping with the Glock 9 All the bustas scatter when The Devil’s Trio come around 3 killers from the SHOP, strapped up Down for a murder man Plastic curled up in my trunk Rollin' down the fuckin' strip That’s the fuckin' devil shit Smokin' dimes; ‘stead I can’t pronounce fuckin’ out the whip Pulled up on your whole damn clique What you standin' for? Mass murder on your ass, like I’m Charlie Manson, hoe Pimpin' since still pimpin' On my grind, all the time Get me back, to your head, if you try to fuck with my point blank And I gotta get my cheese, so I’m creepin' thru the night In a blacked out hearse, got the devil by my side Screamin' DOOMSHOP, DOOMSHOP Til’ I fuckin' die Got the Mossberg pump, and with that I take your life First 40k, all these bustas defecate On the playa from the south When you're [?] You get shot, to the ground Dev-lish 3, in your town Fuck with us; we bustin' rounds Smokin' bud, by the pound Here, I bring that evil sound