KAMUI - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Baker Ya Maker]

You tryin' to step up to the 3, bring your ass to Tennessee

Shit's wild in the south, that's how these players came to be

The most hated, least faded, can't you motherfuckers see?

When you fuckin' with the Devilish, it's rest in piss, you flea

Could give a fuck, I get buck, drink a beer and smoke a blunt

I have no sense to care enough, I'm just doin' what I love

Twist the bud and bring the funk, I ain't worried 'bout a bitch

But if you step up to me, punk, then I'ma show you what the bizz

Kiss my motherfuckin' fist and bow down to this cryptic pimp

Now you bitches got me pissed, so I'ma break you off likе this

Fuck your mother, kill your brothers, stick my dick off in your sister

Comin' thick up in this bitch, yеah, it's the clique of southern killers

Step up to the 3, bring your ass to Tennessee

Bodies piled in the south, that's how these killers came to be

The most violent live in silence, can't you motherfuckers see?

We do this devil shit with pride, the Trio here to make you bleed

We gettin' buck, show no love to these busters

If you got a fuckin' problem, come and solve it, knuckle up

Test my clique, it's homicide, don't turn around, I'm spillin' blood

This's a southern sacrifice, upon your head I ash the junt

Step into my evil mind, I'll get some pleasure from your pain

Got them demons in my soul, you can't deny that I'm insane

All this ana' got me clickin', think I'll pull up to your house

Hit the lights upon the bucket, toss the dynamite, I'm out, motherfucker

Buckin' up, motherfucker, get buck

[Verse 3: Homicyde & Hard D ]

'Cause Homicyde ain't down with the runnin'

Homicyde's a sniper 'cause I'm known for gunnin' niggas down

Pullin' yalk, I'm snatchin' bodies, coldly drag 'em to the streets

Beat 'em, kick 'em in a minute, nuts in a first degree

'Cause Homicyde ain't down with the runnin'

Homicyde's a sniper 'cause I'm known for gunnin' niggas down

Layin' hell of niggas when it comes to a rough, nigga

Rougher than the inmate, shakin' 'em with a broke neck-

Psycho Playaz smokin' bud, right before we hit the club

Rollin' with the lights so dimmed, Mr. Ink with the evil grin

Criminals on recovery, 'cause we fuckin' crazy

C30 planning a robbery, so we grab the mask and the gats

Psycho Playaz smokin' bud, right before we hit the club

Rollin' with the lights so dimmed, Mr. Ink with the evil grin

Criminals on recovery, 'cause we fuckin' crazy

C30 planning a robbery, so we grab the mask and the gats