[Verse]
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, Imma fucking plead the 5th
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 with a stain
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 to the never-known

[Hook]
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