[Verse: HYDRA]
Getting tired of all these lemon bustas
Talking all this shit
Got a bullet with your name up on it
Better yet a clip
Try to buck up to the mane
I finna pop it like a pill
And when a five-o try to question
I'ma fucking plead the fifth
Left them stinking in a river
Got them tied up by the hands
I'm bout the violence, I confide up
In the silence of the lambs
It's the trio in this thang
What you really know about it, hoe
Puffing on the stranger things
In life, restrictedly criminal
Twisted like a psycho
Think a demon taking over me
Go and grab my knife
It be another fucking killing spree
Take away my piece
And you get murdered, that's just how it is
Burn you like a blunt
Up in the flames, forever stuck in hell
Yes, I be that mane
That's spilling blood up in your scary dreams
Thinking of a clever
Way to take your life by any means
Please don't fear the reaper
Let the devil come and grab a hold
Fill you up with lead
And drag your body where they'll never know
[Chorus: HYDRA]
Just another day in hell
I got this evil on my mind
All these motherfuckers talking
So I'm thinking homicide
In the south it's raining blood
It be the trio on the rise
Try to buck up to my clique
And we gon leave you southern fried

Just another day in hell
I got this evil on my mind
All these motherfuckers talking
So I'm thinking homicide
In the south it's raining blood
It be the trio on the rise
Try to buck up to my clique
And we gon leave you southern fried