[Verse 1: Baker Ya Maker]

These busters scared, these busters 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 busters 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 mystic 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' 'til I win

Yes, it's me against the world, and now it's time to meet your end

[Verse 2: 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 thee I torture

All these busters 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'

[Verse 3: Tenngage]

Ready, deadly, creepin' with that .45, 'bout to hit a stang

I'm runnin up on all you busters 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