BAKER

These stories written are of luck
A real mecoy that southern boy
Is back and on attack I’m here to kick some dust up on they joy
Never ever take some lip I can not stand a mouthy fool
You Show that pride upon your chest and I’m the one to check the truth
No love you get from me
This hate gets my blood pumpin
Adrenaline starts to rushin
I’m thriving off this consumption
No second chances are given
When you living check to check
The choices that are presented
Can lead to a big regret
Big time baller tryin to splurge
Press they face to the curb
Kiss the cold concrete all that flexing for the birds
No impressing me sucka you can save it for another
Learned my lesson long ago that money doesn’t make you something
Think you big bad shit till some one puts your place
Maybe now you will remember and think twice of what you say
Count your blessings cause they running out and fate is on the way
All that talkings catching up and I don’t sense that you can brave

HYDRA
OFF IN SOUTH IS WHERE I WAS RAISED
I GOT THAT HATFIELD STATE OF MIND
WE DON'T PLAY IN THE TENNESSEE
I FIGHT FOR KEEPS SO WALK THE LINE
IF YOU'RE BRAVE THEN ILL MEET YOU AT THE GATES WITH BONES IN MY POCKET
JUST DON'T BE LATE
I DUG YOUR GRAVE AND NOW YOU'LL SLEEP WITH THE FALLEN
NO LOVE
YOU GAIN FROM ME
THIS WORLD TENDS TO DECEIVE US
SO I GRIP UPON MY NUTS AND SEARCH THE HAY FOR A NEEDLE
I'M JUST A COWBOY FROM HELL
AND IVE BEEN LIVIN CHECK TO CHECK
BUT ALL THESE CHOICES I'VE MADE
THEY'RE ONLY MINE TO CONTEST
IF DEFEATED
IM BOUND TO BURN IM ON THE VERGE OF DESTRUCTION
THE ONLY THING THAT STOPS THE CURSE IS FROM MY BROTHERS AND LOVE IN THE FAMILY
A PANIC DRIVES MY EVIL FACE
TILL I MANAGE TO CALM IT
OFF IN THAT DUMP YOU LEARN TO COPE WITH THE DEMONS THAT TAUNT YOU
SO GON’ AND MESS WITH OUR PLAN AND I PROMISE I WILL BREAK YOU DOWN
THERES A MONSTER THAT TERRORIZES MY TOWN AND I CANT CONTROL HIM
KEEP YOUR MOTIONS AT BAY
OR WERE COOKIN OUT
ITS A BARBECUE
YOU'RE THE MEAT
AND I'M THE CHEF WITH THE POWER
BELIEVE ME