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fear the reaper
fear the reaper
pass the time by lighting chief up
mystically the smoke ingulfs then fades away
i’ve been awoke
feel the rage of the blaze if you tough then think you brave
come and step to me b*tch and make my motherf*ckin day
hit a stang with the quickness in my hands the sickness
evil plays the darker days with ways that are malicious
so devilish the trio hoe
even in yo dreams we grow
and scared of thе boogie mane
until he comеs to steal yo soul
deep below the mysteries eat at my thoughts so viscously
now can’t you see i can’t believe much anything means sh*t to me
schizophrenic lunatic the static drowns my paranoia
but still i watch my back
cause these bustas comin for ya
left them dead
body rot
sacrifice them for the shop
still unknown but bring the boom true underground we stand on top
laid to waste i can’t be faded
ain’t no game b*tch i ain’t playin
no remorse i’m showing hoes
its f*ck em all ain’t got no patience
f*ck a b*tch ass hoe
hit him with the snub nose
6 shots
hollow tips
doomshop we never quit
rip this b*tch
pistol whip
motherf*cker screaming sh*t
hide yo body then i dip
wickedness yo wig i split
morbid thoughts of evilness
comin out the dark abyss
tennessee the trio lives
devilish we bringin death
hydra baker leave you dead
187 bl**dy red
kickin bustas in the pit
mesmerizing to a trip
hazmat gas mask lunatic a psychopath
hit you with that infra red
leave you on yo f*ckin ass
body in the bl**dy bath
sacrifice your mom and dad
this sh*t turns a player mad
faded thoughts my mind is dragged
it’s the trio
it’s the trio
out to make a f*cking sting
i grab my mask and c*ck my glock
i’m ready to pop on anything
murda murda
187 send the busta straight to heaven
never sell my f*ckin soul but still the devil has control
leavin b*tches with no hopeless evil
sh*t is off i know i’m f*ckin tricks
and breakin hoes its verbal murda with these flows
i be restockin in the smoke
i’m with my clique we puffin dope
off in the cut creating plans
we be the men taking over
psychopathic savage
catch ya slippin with that automatic
reachin death
your life is tragic
this is doomshop madness 3
motherf*ckers from the south
we come and taking bank
step into this clip
we got this dirty glock to take you down
hide yo body in the dark
woods where it can’t be found
everybody scattered when the devilish trio come around
k!lling things
leave em in the flames of the underground
got pagan in my blood
i will always love this evil sound

- methmane lyrics

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