1-800-BRINGTHEPAIN
HYDRA MANE
GENRE
Yeah you know what it is
It be the mane from the ville
And best believe that I’m back
I’ll never fold I keep it real mothafucka
Got a chip on my shoulder
And I can’t let it go
I hate these lyin pussy rappers with a passion homie
So it’s on a killin spree I’ll take my evil fangs
And commence to get it buck
We do our thing don’t try to test the click
I see you snakes just keep on crawlin at my feet
Claimin that you really bout it
But I see it how it is
Off in this game there ain’t no peace
Out on the stang I’m slowly creepin in the woods a body hangs
Another victim of the reaper
Gimmie brains
I need to eat
Call a zombie if you need him
1800 bring the pain
I’m workin nights
I’m servin fades by the cheap
As I release
I regulate against your preachin
In your veins there circulates a certain creature
Let it take you away
There ain’t no meaning to your life
Cause all you do is talk and run that lip
But me I know you oh to well punk boy
Truth is I don’t fuck with your kind
Off in this holla I been beggin at the gates to the gods to give you nerve I need my fist to meet yo face with a pop
Congratulations you just won a brand new trip to the box
Bang mothafucka
Shut the door and I’m out
Gon right ahead and try to scream
There’s no one here to save you now
Cause in the underground the 615 don’t play
We on the pounce
And you can run but you will never stop the reign
Come bring it on fool
I swear they said we was dead
Fuck what you thought
We drop it off
In Tennessee we come correct
Take caution
Cause here in deep water
You might choke
Just like them hoes I left in
Davy Jones locker
And when it comes to rhymin
On the dime I just deliver on the mic I’m like the pizza guy who smokes his bud witchya
I’m hangin with the wizards drinkin witches blood liquor
Reinventin different ways to spit this poison with a rythem
That’s just how I’m livin
So get the hell up out my face
With that bullshit
All I see is people runnin crazy
But I’m cool trick
Who’s this?
Stupid little maggot lookin lost
Gon and crawl back in your hole
Before I feed you to the dawgs
Long slow days make me feel like breakin suckas down
I’m bout my business
Fuck from round me with that circus clownin
I know you’re proud of what became of you
But listen up though I’m seein flaws within your range too
This ain’t a movie
Y’all need to get off your pedestal
Wake up and smell the roses
Aint nothin special bout some rats
Young busta
Hit the paint and do some walkin
This you couldn’t survive
Just gimmie 5 minutes witchya that’s a promise
Take a number
Get in line
And meet the butcher
Pay the price of the bet
That’s what you get for
Livin life on the edge
It’s all a lesson
Fix ya problems
Maybe then you’ll relieve a lil pressure
The clock it ticks to armageddon
It be the mane from the ville
And best believe that I’m back
I’ll never fold I keep it real mothafucka
Got a chip on my shoulder
And I can’t let it go
I hate these lyin pussy rappers with a passion homie
So it’s on a killin spree I’ll take my evil fangs
And commence to get it buck
We do our thing don’t try to test the click
I see you snakes just keep on crawlin at my feet
Claimin that you really bout it
But I see it how it is
Off in this game there ain’t no peace
Out on the stang I’m slowly creepin in the woods a body hangs
Another victim of the reaper
Gimmie brains
I need to eat
Call a zombie if you need him
1800 bring the pain
I’m workin nights
I’m servin fades by the cheap
As I release
I regulate against your preachin
In your veins there circulates a certain creature
Let it take you away
There ain’t no meaning to your life
Cause all you do is talk and run that lip
But me I know you oh to well punk boy
Truth is I don’t fuck with your kind
Off in this holla I been beggin at the gates to the gods to give you nerve I need my fist to meet yo face with a pop
Congratulations you just won a brand new trip to the box
Bang mothafucka
Shut the door and I’m out
Gon right ahead and try to scream
There’s no one here to save you now
Cause in the underground the 615 don’t play
We on the pounce
And you can run but you will never stop the reign
Come bring it on fool
I swear they said we was dead
Fuck what you thought
We drop it off
In Tennessee we come correct
Take caution
Cause here in deep water
You might choke
Just like them hoes I left in
Davy Jones locker
And when it comes to rhymin
On the dime I just deliver on the mic I’m like the pizza guy who smokes his bud witchya
I’m hangin with the wizards drinkin witches blood liquor
Reinventin different ways to spit this poison with a rythem
That’s just how I’m livin
So get the hell up out my face
With that bullshit
All I see is people runnin crazy
But I’m cool trick
Who’s this?
Stupid little maggot lookin lost
Gon and crawl back in your hole
Before I feed you to the dawgs
Long slow days make me feel like breakin suckas down
I’m bout my business
Fuck from round me with that circus clownin
I know you’re proud of what became of you
But listen up though I’m seein flaws within your range too
This ain’t a movie
Y’all need to get off your pedestal
Wake up and smell the roses
Aint nothin special bout some rats
Young busta
Hit the paint and do some walkin
This you couldn’t survive
Just gimmie 5 minutes witchya that’s a promise
Take a number
Get in line
And meet the butcher
Pay the price of the bet
That’s what you get for
Livin life on the edge
It’s all a lesson
Fix ya problems
Maybe then you’ll relieve a lil pressure
The clock it ticks to armageddon
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