Devilish Trio The 3 Lyrics

[Verse 1: baker]
You tryin' to step up to the 3, bring your ass to Tennessee
Shit's wild in the south that's how these players come to be
The most hated least faded can't you motherfuckers see
When you fuckin' with the Devilish it's rip 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 Imma show you what it bizz
Kiss my motherfuckin' fist and bow down to this cryptic pimp
Now you bitches got me pissed
So Imma break you off like this
Fuck your mother kill your brother stick my dick off in your sister
Coming thick up in this bitch yeah it's the click 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 mothafuckers 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 gotta fuckin' problem come and solve it knuckle up
Test my click its homicide
Don't turn around I'm spilling blood
This's a southern sacrifice upon your head I ash the junk
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
Motherfucker

[Outro]
Buckin' up, mothafucka get buck
Buckin' up, mothafucka get buck
Buckin' up, mothafucka get buck
Buckin' up, mothafucka get buck
Buckin' up, mothafucka get buck
Buckin' up, mothafucka get buck