[Verse 1: Baker Ya Maker]

Basking in this afterglow of power, feelin' like I'm chosen

In the strike of the dead hours, it's the fear that leaves you frozen

In the corner of your room, a shadow stands and softly whispers

Every thought that comes to mind is of demise, you're slowly slippin'

In that murder-murder redrum, backwards speaking serpent tongues

A detriment I have become, throughout the land you'll hear it sung

Bring the worship to my feet, I rock the cradle of the beast

Never knowin' who I am, it's the master of mystique

Feel the creep, of the bugs, as they crawl under skin

I cast these evil thoughts into your mind, now watch my rain begin

Hallucinations mass devastation, I'll soon be tasting

Power like no others, so corrupted by the force of faithless

Rebel yell give 'em hell, fuck the opposition

I will not eat what I am fed, there's poison in the vision

Change the source and break the will, cecode this mind to see what's real

Never scared of the feel, I chase it for a new thrill

Deadly touch, gore lust, I want to feel the rush

Crushing all my enemies, inside my hand they turn to dust

Incinerate these abomination no room for weak

Just Close your eyes and sense the line, there's nowhere for ya to retreat

Pray to this trinity of three, these unholy venomous ways

Will get you caught up in the dark, so be careful of what you say

Crossing boundaries of the norm, I meditate within the storm

The thunder glows upon my horns, within my eyes, you see the scorn

[Verse 2: HYDRA MANE]

I must admit that I'm insane, deep in my mind, I've seen the proof

Upon inspection of my brain, it shows the violence I produce

It's evident that everyone is out to get me, even birds are staring down

They send malevolence within their evil chirps

But still, I seem to keep it calm

Because in life there is a purpose, suicide is not the answer

Let the Trio guide you further, light your blunt, put down the gun

The trinity will spit its sermon, we don't need no interruptions

Cut that noose and stop your squirming, motherfucker

You got some tats and now you think that you're a god

Don't claim to be holdin' Glocks in the south, when you're really not

You're a mockery, just a flop

Spittin' garbage within your copies of Memphis shit

And it's not even relevant, we can't understand you

Our founding fathers are rolling within their graves

All these phonies and imitations are ruining what was sacred

We rap just to get away, only facts

But these fuckin' fakes had a different outlook on things

I guess weakness is cool today

This world is gone, I can't believe it

Our music has been infected by ignorance and depression

Ignoring the hidden message that people are supposed to hear

Instead of poppin' all that Xanax

Buster boy just slit your wrists and kill your damn self

I'll let the demons just decide on what to do with all that's rotten

And sickened you cannot change armageddon

What was it worth in the end?

I hope you learned a good lesson

Now bow your head to the three

And feel the weight of the devil