Devilish Trio Superstitions Lyrics
Superstitions by DEVILISH TRIO
[Verse 1 - Baker]
Bitch get off of me
I'm buckin deep in Tennessee
With my brothers from the 3
We quick to click and break the peace
No respect for what they feed
The trio's is here to bring defeat
I'll make them all fall to my feet
Ya see there's no room for the weak
Superstitions of catastrophe
Watch the world implode within my dreams
I'm in control and I shall crush those who oppose
Domination is the only way
For what they've done I'll make them pay
You fuck with me your life's the trade
The death dealer has found its prey
Stalking night or day
My victims they left with a calling card
There is no need to prey
Your actions have already gone to far
Twisted reality my brain is like a galaxy
I'm so far gone within the realm
Remove me from this tragedy
This purgatory walking to the new world glory
Stuck within this daze of loops
The brainless Troops of social stories
Slowly losing all my faith in man the futures lookin stormy
No more words for these bustas taste this truth and fuckin blow me
[Verse 2 - Hydra]
What the hell is wrong with music today?
I tell ya what
You motherfuckas never fail
Amaze me with all shit that you make
Lets change the subect for once
And just quit the fakin'
Everyone claims to keep it real
So why you lyin out your teeth?
I see you bustas
On the net you actin hard but
Talk is cheap
I guess this world is goin soft
Now most these 'Artists” have no meaning
Whats the purpose?
Quit ya cryin I aint ya mother
Why ya nervous?
All them pills that you be on
They got you chirpin like a bird and its disgusting
Off in the south we comin thick
People out here really fight for a cause
So watch ya mouth you sad lil bitch
Don't bring a mouse up to a cat
I promise hoe that shit wont end the way you want it
Take this L and walk away
Or come and get it
Ill be waitin for ya
Deep in the mountains of tennessee
Them crackas is crazy
Slow it down
I'Ll have you mounted like a deer up on my wall
You want some smoke?
Well quit your bitchin
Come get buck
The devil is ready for confrontation
Mane its time to knuckle up
I'm always down to rumble
Bitch get off of me
I'm buckin deep in Tennessee
With my brothers from the 3
We quick to click and break the peace
No respect for what they feed
The trio's is here to bring defeat
I'll make them all fall to my feet
Ya see there's no room for the weak
Superstitions of catastrophe
Watch the world implode within my dreams
I'm in control and I shall crush those who oppose
Domination is the only way
For what they've done I'll make them pay
You fuck with me your life's the trade
The death dealer has found its prey
Stalking night or day
My victims they left with a calling card
There is no need to prey
Your actions have already gone to far
Twisted reality my brain is like a galaxy
I'm so far gone within the realm
Remove me from this tragedy
This purgatory walking to the new world glory
Stuck within this daze of loops
The brainless Troops of social stories
Slowly losing all my faith in man the futures lookin stormy
No more words for these bustas taste this truth and fuckin blow me
[Verse 2 - Hydra]
What the hell is wrong with music today?
I tell ya what
You motherfuckas never fail
Amaze me with all shit that you make
Lets change the subect for once
And just quit the fakin'
Everyone claims to keep it real
So why you lyin out your teeth?
I see you bustas
On the net you actin hard but
Talk is cheap
I guess this world is goin soft
Now most these 'Artists” have no meaning
Whats the purpose?
Quit ya cryin I aint ya mother
Why ya nervous?
All them pills that you be on
They got you chirpin like a bird and its disgusting
Off in the south we comin thick
People out here really fight for a cause
So watch ya mouth you sad lil bitch
Don't bring a mouse up to a cat
I promise hoe that shit wont end the way you want it
Take this L and walk away
Or come and get it
Ill be waitin for ya
Deep in the mountains of tennessee
Them crackas is crazy
Slow it down
I'Ll have you mounted like a deer up on my wall
You want some smoke?
Well quit your bitchin
Come get buck
The devil is ready for confrontation
Mane its time to knuckle up
I'm always down to rumble