[Intro]
Doom shop
Doom shop
Doom shop

[Verse I: Baker Ya Maker]
Enter in my mind and you will see what is contained
Visions of psychotic thoughts on my brain
The phonk got me clickin', I'm feelin' insane
Scopin' a busta, we easily stang
Hangin' out the fuckin' window
Buckin', bumpin' Volume One
I steady light some fuckin' windows
Behind you can't see the one who in control
The feelings I hold are of something that's cold
The anger inside is about to unload
Bitch step in my path and the presence is shown
An evil force that is here to reap your soul
If you wanna go, then bitch done bring it
My clique is so phonk, we intend to keep wit it
You fuck with the Set and your ass gonna get it
You fuck with the Shop and then death is your sickness
Neva fear a bitch we killin' for the thrill
Opponents cower they scared of what's here
Devour any who appear
Do not approach us, I aim to make clear
Baker is ya maker, come and step in through the blaze
Stompin' any busta who dare to show his face
Bust him in his shit and lay his ass to the pave
Don't fuck with me bitch cuz I aim to be played
Doomshop what I claim
Testin' game, you gettin' slain
Down to fight and scared to swang
Fuck 'em all, no love for lames
See the flames
Feel the heat
From beneath we creepin' deep, on these bustas while they sleep
Think you brave? Bitch come and see
[Verse II: HYDRA MANE]
Doomshop 'till I die
Fuck with us, you get that nine
To yo head
Fill you up with lead
Letcho body rot
Walkin' right up to yo house
Master mane, I'm bustin' rounds
Bitch don't make a fuckin' sound
I'm quick to lay ya underground
Evil the voices that be in my head
Killin' these bustas, I'm seein' the red
Leavin' yo body filled up with that lead
If you fuck with the Shop oh we leavin' you dead
Test my nuts, I'll spill them guts
Group full of killers, we gettin' you buck
Cross me bitch, come try ya luck
I'm leavin' yo ass dead in the trunk
Born in the south so don't mess with the Mane
Puttin' the south of right to yo brain
Thought you knew we ain't playin' no games
It's Doomshop bitch and we makin' a stang
Deep in this junt сlique killin' a thang
Got demonic thoughts
Oh I'm goin' insane
We comin' so thick, more consistent in pain
Puffin' on blunts, gettin' higher than planes
Cock my Ruger, 'bout to blast
Up in yo dreams, I'm the one with the mask
Clique fulla killas, we puffin' the scrilla
You talkin' that shit, hoe it's murda for real
Comin' hard, we'll beat ya down
Bite the curb, kiss the ground
Doomshop, Devilish Trio
Gettin' buck, you know the sound