Trouble lyrics

[Pit ]
I'm hot enough to make your skin bubble
Packin a Smith & Wesson
Uh oh, trouble, don't say nothin
You can tell that I'm evil
By the arch in my eye bra
But I ain't got no pitchfork
I stick n*ggas with this sawed-off
Clear your porch
Hit the floor, duck behind your couch
If I don't hear enough screamin
I'm burning down your house
Apocolypse the barbarian
I kill humanitarians
Pillage your village
Slaughter your children
And rape your women

[Eklypss ]
Bustin through that door like dun da dun da
b*tches hit the floor on the double
Bust off a couple
Rounds and let it bubble
In your belly
Bullets dipped in formaldehyde
So when they hit you
You embalmed and ready
To get carried
Buried up in your grave
Trust me, I'm that deadly
Just test me if you brave
Eklypse I stay sick
Eith Pit, Playboy, and Lynch
Kill a b*tch n*gga quick
And run a train on his b*tch n*gga
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
I wish these n*ggas would try to rough me for the chips
I got metal muscle with silent tips
And pistol grips give violent trips
First I'm cool with you
Then I'm not
When you run up on me I pop pistols
Gun up on me it's all official
I'm chewin bone grissels
Your family gonna miss you
Do away done with you
You should of had a gun with you
I got pistols
You know cookin utensils
That sh*t that'll make your skin bubble
f*ckin with these plague n*ggas
You gotsta know you in trouble

[Hook]
Trouble (repeat 8 times)

[Pit]
I keeps it real thats the deal
Headbuttin motherf*ckers like Evander Holyfield
I makes a full course dinner
Out of roadkill
Pops some pills
Smoke some sherms
Drunk as f*ck
Rollin up a blunt
When I get through smokin it
I'm comin to your house n*gga
What's for breakfast
Kickin in your door
At 3:47 in the morning
I got my ?? yawnin
Time to wake up, so I can do your b*tch ass wrong
Hear comes trouble
Hell's angel, some n*ggas call me spawn
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
sh*t I'm off that ??? again
Ready to load the pump again
Soon as I put somethin in
See I'mma aim it at your chin
Blame it on your friend
Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man
I can make n*ggas follow me like the pod piper can
Arachnaphobia, I'm the sniper man
Doom to put 'em in the pan
Heat 'em and eat 'em as fast as I can
Stretch your neck like elastic like plastic
Man I'm first, you last to land
Tephlon bullets they crash and land
n*gga I'm double time
You in trouble time
I'm a bubble mine

[ Eklypss ]
I'm titani and scandalous
I do random hits
Load up all my extra clips
And lets go handle this sh*t
Trouble is what we lookin fo
Kick in that f*ckin door
Put a gag up on that ho
Slit that n*ggas throat
Light up the door
Smoke until we choke
I wish you motherf*ckers would try to locc
And get his neck broke
Kick in the door
Shotgun up the as*h*le
Brains blown
Eyes closed
Nothin but trouble
[Hook] - repeat to end