The 3 lyrics

[Verse 1: BAKER]
You tryin' to step up to the 3, bring your ass to Tennessee
sh*t's wild in the south, that's how these players come to be
The most hated, least faded can't you motherf*ckers see
When you f*ckin' with the Devilish it's rest in p*ss you flea
Could give a f*ck 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 b*tch but if you step up to me, punk, then I'ma show you what it bizz
Kiss my motherf*ckin' fist and bow down to this cryptic pimp
Now you b*tches got me p*ssed
So I'ma break you off like this
f*ck your mother kill your brother stick my di*k off in your sister
Coming thick up in this b*tch, yeah, it's the clique of southern killers

[Verse 2: HYDRA MANE]
You tryin' to 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 motherf*ckers see
We do this devil sh*t with pride, the Trio here to make you bleed
We gettin' buck, show no love to these busters
If you gotta f*ckin' problem come and solve it knuckle up
Test my clique its 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 Anna got me clickin' think I'll pull up to your house
Hit the lights upon the bucket, toss the dynamite I'm out, motherf*cker
[Outro]
Buckin' up, motherf*cker, get buck
Buckin' up, motherf*cker, get buck
Buckin' up, motherf*cker, get buck
Buckin' up, motherf*cker, get buck
Buckin' up, motherf*cker, get buck
Buckin' up, motherf*cker, get buck