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BAKER - NIGHT VISIONS (PROD. DEVILISH TRIO)

Come journey to the core and explore the vast depths of the human mind and all the wicked things that live inside. Enjoy and as always be expecting more from the Trinity in the near future, Much love and keep bumpin these sinister sounds! www.devilishtrio.com spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/45brk... baker -   / baker-beatz   tenngage -   / tenngagebeats   hydra -   / hydramane615   BAKER Better lock your doors the 3s in town So buck underground Coming with that style that’s so mystic Unheard of sinister sounds A southern villain born to raise some hell These dirty deeds will bring me bail Someone that they could never tell but baker always will prevail Focused on the danger life so full of anger Take a look within the mirror and all I can sees a stranger I’m cast into a daze The lust I sink my fangs Torture violence is my game And there’s no better who can claim play jump rope with your intestines As I laugh at the Pathetic try’s to get away from me Escaping me will never happen Hearing chants of blood rites Pressing with this dirty knife Is it really worth your life I have the urge to bring the fright 3 bags 2 ball gags And some heavy duty rope Lighter fluid with some matches This assassins on the scope Peer into my night vision It’s a deep incision Can you feel me when I touch this crush is just the first addition Can’t catch me why they even try to stress Off the grid is where I live in my dungeon made of flesh Stick my face in the void Paranoid I have deployed unto the masses I bring joy and speak the horrors they avoid Can’t stop the madness all this death and the sadness People searching for answers but what comes up is just tragic See the message is lacking and all I’m hearing is static The words they drowned in the silence The violence always impacting My mental state Think there’s to much on my plate Feelin so lost I get tired of the wait Lust for the blood I’m a monster of hate Combust from the rush I’m just wanting a taste Split the tension with a razor cutting deep im hitting veins Knick main arteries apologies are done in vain Fingers dipped in acid rid the prints and no ones asking Seven deadly sins check this box the head that’s wrapped in Plastic with some duck tape leave the scene with out a mistake Calling card I left just one trace But they’ll never match my face