T.R.3 Songs

Featuring Artist @cursedones @pyrxciter @dkoolpharaoh
Producer @torr3ncxll

LYRICS:
[M.I.K.3 Verse] 
fuck a psycho bitch, 
kill a snitch, 
still a head twitch, 
bang a witch, 
throw your body in a ditch, 
fuck a lich 
lies get you rich, 
talking shit, 
watch your head get split, 
watch your body rip, 
watching girls slit, 
better quit, 
I'm a hit, 
you fuckers got no dick, 
I'ma bang your chick, 
god damn she thick, 
put your head through a pick, 
or smash it with a brick, 
zombie killer call me rick, 
fire is what I spit, 

[T.R.3 Verse] 
I'm a king got guap yeah you know it 
one glock two shots now your floating 
gotta mop don't stop sending shots on yo block 
given cock to your bitch leave ya, 
boy in a ditch he a snitch he gone switch 
when my knife ti his neck given threats 
he a wreak sweat marks on his vest don't test 
I'm fail that's a bet I'm a vet he upset 
wanting help not talking from my hand on his neck 
I'm done with this bitch throw his body in a ditch 
now his boys all pissed call my phone talkin shit 
but it's access denied so I swatted they shit 
but it's access denied so I swatted they shit 

[Pyrxciter Verse] 
I'm getting this feeling I'm fighting the urge to kill humans and I don't know why, 
Bodies in dirt with bites on their necks and drained from the blood maggots subside, 
Won't be talking now when your head and your neck and also your up torso divide, 

Should I feed upon thy enemy, No it's not safe don't hang around me, 
Please don't bleed around me I'm hungry, I strike in the night when you can't see, 
Should I feed upon thy enemy, No it's not safe don't hang around me, 
Please don't bleed around me I'm hungry, I strike in the night when you can't see, 
Should I feed upon thy enemy, No it's not safe don't hang around me, 
Please don't bleed around me I'm hungry, I strike in the night when you can't see, 

[DKoolPharaoh Verse] 
Increase of heart rate, 
Stay ducking from jakes, 
Stress all in my face, 
Bands still in the case, 
Shell scatterd at place, 
The bodied got graced, 
Dispare on there face, 
One glimpse at my traits, 
Stuffed barrel at guts, 
Put down the two ruts, 
Jugged all what they had, 
I stuffed shit in the bag, 
Broke window with steam, 
Hotwired there beam, 
Two lights with gleam, 
Shine bright with a ring, 
The cops in the scene, 
The peddle was floored, 
Looked up like where's lord, 
A copter above, 
We skirt at the light, 
Hop out of the whip, 
Like batman at night, 
We slither like snakes, 
In my mind its like fuck a trial, 
Squeeze the trigger, 
Metal digger, 
Rip his guts like shredder, 
Ninja turtle I'll break your shell, 
Watch the nigga drop on the floor and quiver, 
Your a foe I'ma fean, 
Ain't no team you'll, 
You'll still be dinner, 
Mortis next, 
Making checks, 
Breaking necks, 
With bars like hitters,

The Dead Kings (Feat. TR3, PYRXCITER & DKOOLPHARAOH) [Prod. TORR3N]

GNARLYNICK x LXXIV x OGODTHEDEITY x IAMPARKER x T.R.3. - FLOCK OF CROWS (PROD. SMXLE x SQUASH)

I see you and you lookin kind of cute. ;)

Andale(prod. YOKAI)

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TR3 -  @cursedones
Kashimotu - @kashimotu

[LYRICS]

[T.R.3]
Cant handle the heat get the fuck out the kitchen 
Dont need a scope i still aim with percisson
Fuck you mean i aint made no impression 
Killin beats we be makin collections
We takin money like it was the reception 
Scared when we pull up bet u learned your lesson
Eyes roll back like it was a possesion
Sorry nigga i dont what got in to me
Promise tho you couldn’t get rid of me
when i go it wont be the end of me
2030 they be playing some tr3
Keep a smile you dont need to envy me
Lil nigga get faced with reality 
Upper cut didn’t mean to brutality 
Guts open with the blood it is splattering
You want beef i just think that flattering

[Kashimotu]
(Aye, aye) A+ student bitch my words are too fluent don’t get it twisted I will not show remorse
I pack the tools before I head up to school til my backpack full i keep dat lead like a dork
RVMAN is the set that I’m reppin we pull up shootin no this shit ain’t no sport
So class in session when I’m mufuckin speaking they learn they lesson once I show them a corpse
Bitch we can’t be friends, go and tell yo mans, I don’t like him he can get the fn
At the count of 10, ima bust the 9, leave em hangin on the top of the fence
Say he want the smoke, that’ll get you whacked, tottin gats them little guns look pretend
Buyin fuckin views, too much auto tune, throw the deuce up, all dat shit make me cringe

[LXXIV]
If you want some beef bring that shit to ur doorstep
Ref with a tech magnum dick get that hoe wet 
Grill up a pussy ass rapper in home ecc
Eyes wide open like lights on a corvette 

I run up get done up some you like some ganja 
Look like a ghost wit all that smoke around ya 
Real speed racer I stay in a Honda 
This glizzy get personal it’s right behind ya 

AYE! We’ve been moving that weight out the basement 
For you and yo homies these bullets not waiting 
if you want a verse you gone have to be patient 
Or tre will pull up with that blade that is a ancient

I thought you were down what you runnin for
You were talkin that shit now I’m at ur door 
I hate cleaning up trash it’s a fucking chore 
You know RVMAN equipped for some fuckin war