Evisceration lyrics

[Baker Ya Maker]
These bustas scared, these bustas scared
When I step, best be prepared
I'm out my motherf*ckin' mind, but when I speak my words they rhyme
Oh so fluent, how I do it, mystic ways, my mind's polluted
Up from mucks where I come from, no sleepless nights of making music
Smoking chicken keeps me tickin', drowning out the sounds of violence
In the AM I be slaying
Never thought I'd be so mindless
I'm so crazed, I'm so crazed
Visions of those darker days
I cannot stop these evil thoughts, these evil thoughts control my brain
In vain, I shall reign, my competition's obsolete
These bustas cannot f*ck with me
Yes, Baker rules behind the scenes
It's how it is, it's how it was
I turn a b*tch into my witch
This mysitic sh*t is what I love and I'm forever running it
Can't stop, cream of the crop, burning b*tches in a lot
Lighter in my hand, I am the man, while screamin' "f*ck a cop"
Death is the option, b*tch, I'm buckin' till I win
Yes, it's me against the world, and now it's time to meet your end

[Hydra Mane]
Caught up, I'm so caught up
In my mind, I'm havin' thoughts of violent actions
It's my passion to [bring pain to the unforune]
All these bustas show no love
This murder, murder with these gloves
I get my kicks off guts and blood
This devil sh*t is what I love
Need a demon b*tch, an evil whore, to take this di*k and overdose
Look into my eyes, you see a pervert, and I'm creepin' close
I be swangin' on these motherf*ckers with my brothers up in hell
The Trio's where we bringin' death from six feet under
Got a problem, got a problem
Come and solve it at the bottom
We gon' take your f*ckin' life, your soul
Eternally I follow
In the blackness I get swallowed, demons talking in my head
Havin' all these twisted thoughts; I'm always picturing you dead
Spirits takin' over me, on your fear I f*ckin' feed
Only from the Tennessee, don't play, I'm killin' as I please
Doomset; peep the clique, I'm reppin' all these others
Just depressing, learn your lesson, cause the Trio keep oppressin'
[Tenngage]
Ready, deadly, creepin with that .45, 'bout to hit a stang
I'm runnin up on all you bustas that try to come test me, mane
This blood all on my hands from the last victim, cause he ran his mouth
b*tch, I'm from the south, so you know what the f*ck I'm all about
All these spells I'm spittin', black magic — what gets me lifted
Floating in and out of consciousness, I'm falling to the dark abyss
Trio never gave a sh*t about your stupid f*cking clique
Quit runnin' your lip before your body ends up in a ditch
Devilish, more than this
Brothers from the f*ckin' six
We too thick, comin' quick
Send them bodies to the knick
Your crucifix — it don't mean sh*t
f*ck religion and politics
It's all just a bag of tricks to turn you into lunatics