[Verse]

Getting tired of all these lemon busters talking all this shit

Got a bullet with your name up on it, better yet a clip

Try to buck up to the Mane, I finna pop it like a pill

And when a five-O try to question, I'ma fucking plead the 5th

Left them stinking in a river, got them tied up by the hands

I'm bout the violence, I confide up in the silence of the lambs

It's the Trio with a stain, what you really know about it, hoe?

Puffing on the stranger things in life, restrictedly criminal

Twisted like a psycho, think a demon taking over me

Go and grab my knife, it be another fuckin' killing spree

Take away my piece and you get murdered, that's just how it is

Burn you like a blunt up in the flames, forever stuck in hell

Yes, I be the mane that's spilling blood up in your scary dreams

Thinking of a clever way to take your life by any means

Please don't fear the reaper, let the devil come and grab a hold

Fill you up with lead and drag your body to the never-known

[Chorus]

Just another day in hell, I got this evil on my mind

All these motherfuckers talking, so I'm thinking homicide

In the south it's raining blood, it be the Trio on the rise

Try to buck up to my clique and we gon' leave you southern fried

Just another day in hell, I got this evil on my mind

All these motherfuckers talking, so I'm thinking homicide

In the south it's raining blood, it be the Trio on the rise

Try to buck up to my clique and we gon' leave you southern fried