THE VILLE DEVILISH TRIO

BAKER

Catch the 3 lurking in the ville smelling like some funk
I know you bustas wanna buck some come and jump and try ya luck
Cutting faces with a razor blade
Warnem not to play
I’ll bite the pin out of a hand grenade
And shove it down ya face
Mad as a mutha Fucka for this world I have no love
Society pushed me away but now I’m back to tear shit up
Hear the cries of all their problems
Sissy bitch need to gain nuts
You fuckin whine about your life
Like all your problems are so tuff
Well guess what
Your just feeble boy you need them pills to ease
Woes
Hide behind that ink and gold
I still can tell your just a hoe
Yelling loud like ya hard
Still I see no battle scars
Just another wanna be who’s trying to take what’s ours
Fear of the snake they now infiltrate
Using these words and they try to relate
A joke is this man as I crush him with fate for we are the ones to bring forth the new state
So many enemy’s stealing their energy
Add to the strength of Trinity
We coming to change the identity
And bring in the sour serenity