I pull up in the foreign whip 
Chop sticks with them hallow tips
Walking out the coffin
UAV came up from nothing bitch 
These rappers on some pussy shit
Always talking out they lips 
Grippin on my my Glock
Send a shot through your fucking ribs 
Young T.R.I.P. creeping out the fuckin catacombs
Fuckin with my gang
I leave yo ass with a bunch of shattered bones 
Send these mothafuckas home with a bullet in they dome 
Born straight out the pits
Fuck a bitch do not hit my phone 
I’m a bad mothafucka with an attitude
Quick to trip
I should call that shit a murder mood 
Never needed a punk bitch to repost my shit 
Got out the fuckin mud
So please hop off my Dick 
Call me Ghost face the way I’m inside your bitch guts
Underground is oversaturated
Bunch of fake fucks 
Rappers just as real as your bitches make up
If I said it then I meant it mothafucka
What’s up 
UAV live and die by this shit 
I’m dead man walking out the crypt 
Blood drippin from the rocks on my wrist 
Devil handed me my Glock
Blow the brains out a bitch

Everyday wake up in a world
Im feelin lost in 
Wake up same routine
Cause Uncle Sam wants you exhausted
The broke feel like they broken with yo hands inside they pockets
Preachin bout our freedom damn this country really lost it 
Lost it, lost in
Stuck inside this coffin 
I get schizophrenic wanna nail ‘em to a cross
And hang ‘em by they feet
And take they heads right off em
Put ‘em in the crypt and watch the demons all blossom
Livin In this hell and I keep demons really close to me 
I’m not afraid of burnin Antichrist resides inside of me
Put me In the oven comin out and that’s undoubtedly 
Then I’ll rip you open eat your bowls say its anatomy 
Its UAV militia triple sixin devil on our side
And if these bitches dissin we gon catch the triple homicide
I’m done with all you askin this is what you wanted out me
Now Schizo really trippin got the reaper seeping out of me 

Yeah
Crossin blood
In the deep depths
They don’t make it there
Find a cross
And you keep bitchin
Cause it isn’t fair
And even if you got one
It’s gonna make a pair
Includin Schizo
Triple Sixes
Yeah we’re here to scare
Fuck it, you note it
I throw down, you notice
It doesn’t matter what you gonna do
But Ima do this
Your body decays
And made into a corpse
Im surrounded by the demons
Always askin for the source
Yeah
Ima be the one to end the fakes
And if you really wanna talk
Grab the interface
Smack ya lights out
Just so you can have a taste
There ain’t gon be nothin left
So it doesn’t leave it trace
Keep on fuckin with the hounds
Shit is comin around
Put some tape around your mouth
They can’t hear a sound 
You can keep on movin
But you’ll end up in the ground 
Layin with the snakes
With maggots crawling out ya face

DUSK TO DAWN

DUSK TO DAWN (Feat. SCHIZO)

[T.R.I.P.]

Crack your skull wide open
I’m coming out at the crack of dawn
Acting like you running shit
But we know that you really not
Arms are wide open
I welcome you to the dark side 
UAV be storing bodies like an archive 
I know your mental state is deteriorating 
I know you wanna pull that fuckin trigger
And start levitating
The way im feeling lately
Thinking I’m the son of Satan 
Every time I step outside
I got bodies evaporating 
Can’t compare me
I promise we not the same dawg
Different breed in this bitch
Only dropping napalms 
Raising hell as I’m banging my chest
Like King Kong 
Getting wicked
I’m splitting wigs
Call me jigsaw

[VAGUE]

Yeah
A couple hated
I got it handled
I never waited
You put yourself up on a throne
And yeah that shits deflated
Surrounded by all the fake pussies
I gotta know
Cause I ain’t tryin to build you up
Just to let you go
And I ain’t weighin my life
And basin off the load
Cause that ain’t a valid
Measurement to be callin folks
The mental prison, im playin
This shits a fucken game
Im just tryin to survive
As they pullin chains
Common sense in this world
Has drop far below
I think it’s too far gone
Shoutout to alter egos
You throwin the flash
You lookin so stunned
Im cleanin out my life
Like I’m cleanin barrels of guns
If you got a fucken problem
Don’t be writin a letter
Cause yeah I’d rather talk
Face to face to only get better
Don’t let your past suffocate
Only try to move forward
If you try to dig it deeper
Makes the past move more

NAPALM

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Breaking out this cage
We them hounds that cannot be tamed
Dancing with my demons
Digging up your grave
Don’t get fucked, don’t get fucked
Don’t get fucked up
Breaking jaws inside the pit
Now watch them bodies drop 
Breaking out this cage
We them hounds that cannot be tamed
Dancing with my demons
Digging up your grave
Don’t get fucked, don’t get fucked
Don’t get fucked up
Breaking jaws inside the pit
Now watch them bodies drop 

[T.R.I.P.]

Too many bodies dropping I lay 'em down in a coffin
They’re like “T.R.I.P. how the fuck you killin shit so often?”
I don’t know I just be on the low
I’m coming for your throat
Sending mothafuckas down below
Where I call my home
I don’t give a fuck about pussy player hating bitch
All these rappers suckin dick
For a lil taste of fame and shit 
That shit is wack better watch your back
Snakes up in the grass chop em up in half 
Make a mothafucka skull crack 
Never put my trust in no man
Like I fuckin did before 
All these leeches feining but UAV got the antidote
Out here lookin lost even when I showed u all the ropes
Fun and games till you mothafuckas overdose

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Breaking out this cage
We them hounds that cannot be tamed
Dancing with my demons
Digging up your grave
Don’t get fucked, don’t get fucked
Don’t get fucked up
Breaking jaws inside the pit
Now watch them bodies drop 
Breaking out this cage
We them hounds that cannot be tamed
Dancing with my demons
Digging up your grave
Don’t get fucked, don’t get fucked
Don’t get fucked up
Breaking jaws inside the pit
Now watch them bodies drop

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Couple bodies layin in the fucken river bed
You just a copy with a shotty, always actin dead
And all these fake fucken pussies always claim to be
But never went thru one event
Cause it’s surrounding me
All that talk and they never back it
You let it go
All I see is a bunch of rats thru a 1 inch hole
So fuck your demise
You livin in lies
I hope you layin there still hopeless
And you dyin inside
Cause you will never tell the truth
So fuck it, You dreamin
I hope you lookin at my life now
I know that you see me
But It don’t matter what the fuck we say
You find it demeaning
It’s called tough love bitch
Try finding the meanin

SPLINTER

[VAGUE]

I’ve been burnin
Ever since I was raised up
A young boy and he burnin off his taste buds
Wit no joy
Just another fucken day that he can’t find dedication
And relying on the mood swings from the medications
Always questionin
Where the fuck do I fit in?
Is it all up in my mind?
Or is there maggots in my skin?
Trying to find the cause
Lacking evidence
It’s just a case
Of another lost soul
In the dark, about to break
I ain’t gonna act
Like I haven’t been there before
I’m always hard on myself
Cause I’m diggin it more
With the time that I spent
All alone in the dark
And think of many ways
I can leave this earth with a mark
And try to breathe
Only you can be the one to see
Cause behind the close doors
You don’t wanna take a knee
Try to look up
At the shit you left out
And you build what is there
Cause you’ll never find out
Yeah

[T.R.I.P.]

Riding through the purgatory rolling the dice
I don’t fuck anybody
Hope you get that shit right
Bitch I’m hunting on Hallows Eve
Got me feeling like I’m Mike
Put this blade up to your neck
I’ll have you begging for your life
If I get suspicious
Pull the trigger like it’s effortless 
Split your wrist with scissors
Cut you open just to measure less 
Pull up in the LS400 and rockin hollow tips
Ridin with my gang like sleepy hollow
Taken all they heads 
Creepin in the shadows im that demon in Insidious 
And when you have a nightmare
Just remember that I’m causing it
I’m the fuckin reaper
And I’m here take away your breath
This is the beginning got that scythe
That’s tatted on my head
Hating mothafuckas acting like they shit don’t stank 
But the truth is that these pussies
Don’t have a clue what it takes
Loading up the Ks
I grab the mags and I aim at yo face
45 dumpin I’m pumpin slugs til your body caves

MALEVOLENT

[T.R.I.P.]

Hit a mothafucka with Mossberg pump
To the chest and I'm aiming my Glock
Pointed right at your head
Talking that shit bitch
So that's what you get
I do not fuck with you, I'm bouta flip
Hit mothafucka in the dome piece
Why they all talking
Like they thinking like they know me
Aye
Tie a mothafucka then I throw 'em in the back seat
Dump him in the river as I'm laughing
Aye
Murder is living inside of my mind
And I can't get away from it
I don't know why
I do not fuck with no labels
No handouts, no fake shit bitch
You are just wasting your time
I just focus on myself
My gang, my bank roll
I do not need any help
Wouldn't have gotten this far fearing to fail
In the end, we all just burning in hell
Lately I'm losing patience
Sometimes I think that I'm going insane
Ever just sit back and think
That one day we all just end in the grave
Some say this life is a game
Get the fuck out of my way
I live and I die for my gang
I better go out with a bang

[VAGUE]

Im pickin a plot
Look in the barrel
I'm findin the end of the lot
You gon find fate
When your soul breaks
You give in
Till your mind takes over
And all that little shit
That you put up
But you want more
With the time left
Could you spend it?
But could you die for it?
Got trip Six
Cause my mind sick
They don't mix
Until I find a fix
You can't lie
With a full supply
Don't pick an itch
You live a borin life
It's been a minute
Since I been at home
I been feelin so timid
I been alone
I'm trapped away
It's my mistake
I'll be the one
To try to find a way

Hell Has Eyes

SICK MIND

[T.R.I.P.]

The devil got me speaking tongues
The takeover has now begun
Sacrificial rituals
The way I'm spilling all they blood
Fuck these rappers all them fake
I love to kill 'em all for fun
If you step to me
I'll put a bullet inside yo fuckin lung
Street sweeping in the night time, aye
I see you plotting bitch, I'm not blind
Aye
All you fiending for the spot light, aye
I pull grippin on that glock 9, aye
You fuckin with a soldier
got them .556s at you dome
Pull repping sixes
Make you pussies taste my fuckin chrome
Bleeding UAV till the death of me
Till I rest in piece
All you mothafuckas wanting beef
Gotta deal with my Unaverage freaks
Mobbin in that lexus
Never stressing choppa
Leave 'em wet like dressing
If we gotta a problem
Best believe I'm pressing, uh
Leave 'em guessin
Never let 'em know your next move
Keep on hating I know that you wanna see me lose

[VAGUE]

A burning mind is fast
Start listening to the facts
You droppin all your dreams
And you given into disaster
Do you feel at home?
Mind breaks
Will you be alone?
You're Not safe
Just a weaker mind
In the herd and all I see is stunts
For the cameras eyes
Lookin for validation from punks
Give a fuck about the clout
Cause ya'll forgot about the hunt
Never minded all the mess that I made
Cause it's not a front
All that quick name, quick fame
Bullshit
Who let it out?
I bet that shit will never last
Cause we gonna take it down
Cuttin corners in the scene
And we laughin now
Shit will never be the same for you
Cause you can't stick around

DEADLINE

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Watch me creep around your block
And catch you lacking “Killa"
Watch me do my dance
While I keep my finger on the trigger
Keep on talking shit
I’m bout to expose you and rip ya
Too much barking
in’t enough biting, better reconsider
Want you to listen closely
Before I start to shoot 
Want you to burn in flames over this dispute 
Every bitch who’s named Tvbuu can get it too 
Fuckin pussy talkin crazy
What you going to do?


[T.R.I.P.]


Mothafucka watch what bone you pick
Come to Vegas you ain’t do shit 
Let me know when you wanna throw hands 
This pussy really reaching for anything to gain fans
Shit
That’s just depressing
Guessing that you never understood the message
I meant it when I said "I wish the best"
And fuck you I think I gotta teach a lesson
Think I’m scared of a skinny bitch who shops at hot topic 
You really thought that I would listen
When you said to drop it?
Pussy
I’ll let you think that we ain’t really bout it
Come find out for yourself you end up autopsied 
Give a fuck what meant
Want the smoke here’s some lead
SVVVGHOUSE suck a dick
UAV run this shit
Give a fuck what meant
Want the smoke here’s some lead
SVVVGHOUSE suck a dick
UAV run this shit

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Watch me creep around your block
And catch you lacking “Killa"
Watch me do my dance
While I keep my finger on the trigger
Keep on talking shit
I’m bout to expose you and rip ya
Too much barking
ain’t enough biting, better reconsider
Want you to listen closely
Before I start to shoot 
Want you to burn in flames over this dispute 
Every bitch who’s named Tvbuu can get it too 
Fuckin pussy talkin crazy
What you going to do?

[VAGUE]

Pussy ass boy don’t want the fade
Just another motherfucker that looks afraid
My names Tvbuu I need clout from Vague
Cause you livin with your Mom and can’t get paid
What the fuck is wrong dude?
Find somebody else to talk to
Makin friends with kids, it’s so true
Gotta find therapy just to get thru
Your ways
You started shit
You’re not a victim
Bitch drop the act
cause you apart of it
Stop actin like a Stan
Be a man and then own yo shit
Cause nothin gonna change
Your just putting all your friends in pain
What a fucken little bitch will do for fame
That’s facts
It’s funny how this mothafucka gon clout chase
See now that the words out
We gon be the reason that he finds a place
Im gonna be using his logic
If you can’t help me, you toxic
You must be livin in comics
You don’t belong in my topics
No more

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[HOOK]

Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Get the fuck up out the scene
You know we not gon stop
Stab you in the fucken neck
The plague is comin
Until you mothafucken
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Get the fuck up out the scene
You know we not gon stop
Stab you in the fucken neck
The plague is comin
Until you mothafucken drop

[VAGUE]

That’s killa ways
So don’t mind, I’ll grab the shotty
Give no fucks, and to be so fucked
But yall feel so embodied
All that talk, but I get no facts
All this shit, it comes from rats
I think that I’m maxed out
But can it fucken stay out?
See it’s from the jump
You like to hide in the masquerade
And you see that your life gon fade
Like a mob that can’t get made
Can’t be livin a cycle of all the doubt
It’s nothin, never gon take your word
And If you ask how
You’ll find out
Don’t wanna be the one to gives in
And left out
I wanna be the one that makes a difference
Find a new meanin
So It cuts out
I can’t get a break
So how much can I take?
The stress that’s overloaded on my mind
You cannot fake
Always underminin my lines
And it takes a hit to the soul
You go out and find me diggin in the dirt
Cause life’s gonna hurt
So I’m preparin for the worse
I got the drop on the turn
And It don’t matter much to me
I only use what I learn

[HOOK]

Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Get the fuck up out the scene
You know we not gon stop
Stab you in the fucken neck
The plague is comin
Until you mothafucken
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Get the fuck up out the scene
You know we not gon stop
Stab you in the fucken neck
The plague is comin
Until you mothafucken drop

[T.R.I.P.]

Told the devil, I could I never sell my soul 
Hope my demons carry me down, when I’m ghost
Grab that glock, let it pop
Sending shots at your knot
Body drop, tie the knot
Watch that mothafucka rot
Bending around that corner in a 64
In a Carhartt Jacket with a black mask
Your hero
You don’t want smoke, pussy boy
We don’t reload
Grab that mothafucka by his throat
If he don’t watch his tone
Yea im hated, overrated if you getting what I’m saying
We just posers that just going through motions of creating
Suck a dick and get a life 
Why you speculating mine?
If you got a fuckin problem
I’ll snap you and break your spine 
Pussy mothafucka wanna run up, get split
Told you don’t be fucking with T.R.I.P.
My trigger finger itching
I’ll have you resting in piss
Creeping around in the cemetery
Bunch of shells, they call me Gary
Have your ass running around like Jerry
I know that’s shit getting scary

THE PLAGUE

[T.R.I.P.]

Okay
Grab the gauge
Vague going to make that pussys brain splat
Run up on the gang
We going to pull that fuckin scalp back 
Loaded up
Got the berg pump in the trunk
Boy you fuckin up
Shotty tearing up his fuckin lungs, shit
Keep my fuckin name up out your mouth
And worry bout yourself 
I got a bunch of rage that I can’t contain
It’s dragging me to hell 
I’m a demon in the night 
Got you locked inside my sight 
Give a fuck bout what you like 
Catch me lurking in the night 

[VAGUE]

Get fucked up
On the shit that you always holdin back
Bunch of ankle bitin pussies in this game
And that’s a fact
And it’s all an act
Knock your lights out
Get the fuck back
Diggin up your grave
It’s just another fucken bloodbath
Gonna be there when I get that itch
All you wanna do is talk that shit
Better step back
We gon run yo shit
Then bodies gonna drop
You don’t want it like this
Fuck around, gonna be a mess
It’s not allowed, just to be a pest
All the shit that I’ve done for less
So get that knife up out your chest

[BLEED THE WICKED MENACE]

All black when I’m creeping 
Homicide leave em leaking
Down to die for no reason 
Fuck the feds, we ain’t speaking 
Get your man’s, he ain’t breathing 
Bullet holes got ‘em bleeding 
With the dead where they sleeping 
Out the flames I’m a demon 
Let the bass knock 
Dissing on the menace
Spin his block and let that k pop
Fully automatic smack his face
And make his brain drop
Blood leaking from the blunt
We smoking dead opps 
Run up put his body in the dirt
And let his face rot bleed

SATIN BLACK (feat. Bleed The Wicked Menace)

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