SHADOW RIDERS E

m-m-maybe u sleep, baby? PHXNK WXRLD 3 Fear the reaper, fear the reaper, past the time I light and chief up mystically The smoking ghost then fades away, I've been awoke Feel the rage of the blaze If you tough then thank you brave Come and step to me bitch and make my motherfuckin' day Hear the stank with the quickness, in my head's the sickness Evil plays the darker days with ways that are malicious So devilish to trio ho Even in no dreams we grow and scared of the bug and mine Until it comes to steal your soul Deep below the mystery, see that my thoughts so viciously Now can't you see I can't believe much, anything means shit to me Schizophrenic, lunatic, the static drives my paranoia But still I wash my back, cause these bustas comin' for ya Let them dead, body rot, sacrifice in photoshop Stealin' em, but bring the boot through underground We stay at the top, lay the waste, I can't be faded Ain't no game, bitch, I ain't playin' no remorse I'm showin' hoes, let's fuck em all, ain't got no patience Fuck a bitch-ass hoe, hit em with the snub Nose, six shots, hollow tips, do em sharp We never quit, rip this bitch, pistol whip Motherfucker screamin' shit, hide your body then I dip Wickedness, your wig I split Morbid thoughts of evilness Comin' out the dark abyss, Tennessee the trio lives Devilishly bringin' death, Hydra Baker leave ya dead 1−8-7 Bloody red, kickin' busters in the pit Mesmerizing to a trip, haz-mag, gas mask Lunatic, a psychopath, bit you with that infrared Leave you on your fucking ass, body in a bloody bath Sacrifice your mom and dad, this shit turns a player mad. Faded thoughts, my mind is dragged It's the trio, it's the trio out to make a fucking stand I grab my mask and cut my clock, I'm ready to pop on any dime Murder, murder, 1−8-7, send a buster straight to heaven Never sell my fucking soul, but still the devil has control Leaving bitches with no hope, deceitful shit Insult, I know I'm bucking tricks and breaking hoses Verbal murder with these flows, I be what's lurking In the smake, I'm with my clique We paffin' dape off in the cut Creatin' plans, we be the metal Takin' over, psychopathic savage Catch you slippin' with that automatic Reach it up, your life is tragic This is Doomshot Madness 3, motherfuckers from the South We comin' thick and bangin' thot Step into this clique We got that dirty glock to take you down Hide your body in the dark. Woods where it can't be found Everybody scattered. When the deadest trio come around Kill their thangs, leave them in the flames Saw the underground, got pagan in my blood I will always love this evil sound