Letras
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfucking grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfucking grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfucking grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfucking grave
Life is a lie, welcome to hell
Now you see what entails, feel the vibes of the Trio's collection
It's time to let go, let the beast take ahold
And I promise we'll stop your depression
Let the oceans run red with the blood of the innocent
Sinister motions provokin' the ministry
Fuck your religion, in faces, I'm spitting
To Satan, I give all my sympathy
Yes, I just choose to confide in the devil
This evil inside shows another perspective
Controlled by the pleasure, repent all my sins
Now I'm dealing with demons, so troubled within
Psychotic thoughts, mane I'm losin' my head
I will kill if it's needed, I'm seein' the red
Labeled a peasant, It's time to replenish
I promise I'll make 'em remember me
Fuck with my clique, you will die
We so devilish, draggin' your body on down to the depths
You'll be tortured and sent to the prison of peril
Beware of the man, he will leave you in terror
Yes, you can run, but the violence will find you
It torments your soul, eats away at your mind
You'll believe it in time
That this world is no place for perfection
Get off of ya pedestal
When you step into the presence of this motherfuckin' pimp
No remorse I show, no remorse I give
Feel depression, no discretion when I'm blazin' on the track
So bold, so cold with the way that I react
Fear for ya life, the livin' dead is here
To bring the soldiers for the motherfuckin' Trio
Bitch, we here to take shit over
We ain't scared, we prepared, bringin' all this fuckin' hate
Look deep into my eyes and you will see that death awaits
Vindictive, my way's known, there's hell to pay
Ain't the type to be scared, give a fuck what's my fate
Lost faith just a waste, with these visions I boast
Speak my motherfuckin' mind 'cause I can do whatever, hoe
Deep hidden in my thoughts
Smoke a blunt just to calm my nerves
My nerves tellin' me I am the one
Dwellin' sittin' in the sun, crazed in a fuckin' daze
All this news that I'm hearin' got my feelings in a rage
I don't care about the future, I ain't worried 'bout the past
Live this life full of sin, and kill whatever's in my path
So focused on my tasks, know the world's in my grasp
Close my eyes, fade away, and let my mind make the craft
I ain't playin' when I speak, heed these words I relay
Devilish all day, let the Trio show the way
Feel the change in the air when these players get they way
We ain't never backin' down, that's our shit, will always stay
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfucking grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfucking grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfucking grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfucking grave, get it
Rolled up on the -, rolled up on his motherfucking grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfucking grave, get it
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfucking grave
Rolled up on the cut in his motherfucking grave