DARK WORLD

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

Ain’t nobody honest
I just smell betrayal
Snakes all in the grass hoe but this is not a fable
I just keep it real, you the first of April
Fake fucks, never trust 'em watch me turn the tables
Ain’t nobody honest
I just smell betrayal
Snakes all in the grass hoe but this is not a fable
I just keep it real, you the first of April
Fake fucks, never trust 'em watch me turn the tables

[VAGUE]

From the underground
Where the serpents never die
A place that you’ve never seen
And where you feel alive
If you listen now
Betrayal that i’m seein now

Holdin till we make it
All our lines we never faked it
And we plan to fucken take it
Get the whole world bowin down
If you listen now
Betrayal that i’m seein now

[T.R.I.P.]

Fuck you I don’t need no help I’ll do this shit my self
Overcoming all my fears I conquer everything I’m dealt
Death is coming closer, it’s the truth without compel
Never look the reaper in the eyes it’s only hell so don’t rebel

Bitches on my dick never trust a pussy bitch
I learned that when the serpent comes we all just end up in a ditch
There ain’t no god to save you
Ain’t no where to run
UAV the mothafuckas that you fear so huddle up

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

Ain’t nobody honest
I just smell betrayal
Snakes all in the grass hoe but this is not a fable
I just keep it real, you the first of April
Fake fucks, never trust 'em watch me turn the tables
Ain’t nobody honest
I just smell betrayal
Snakes all in the grass hoe but this is not a fable
I just keep it real, you the first of April
Fake fucks, never trust 'em watch me turn the tables

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BETRAYAL [Prod. ROOSEVELT]

[T.R.I.P.]

Leaving motherfuckers turning in they grave
Got at least 100 rappers buried in the back of my place 
I love to fuckin kill 'em, all while leaving no trace 
UAV is on mission now we picking up the pace uh
Got that mossberg pump ready to rearrange brain 
And I don’t give no fuck, while y’all chasing for the fame 
9 millimeter ready to annihilate 
Busting shots inside yo lungs to watch you hyperventilate 

Everybody dies but not every body lives,
Resurrected from the depths, bitch i’m snapping all your ribs
I’m the mothafucka that will stomp your head and empty clips
I was born straight out crypt, I’m the one to slit yo shit 

Lonely in the dark, so I been laying low 
Till I seen an angel hanging from its halo
Rejected from the gates, devil holds my soul
End is coming close, time to burn the fuckin globe 

[SCHIZO]

Devil know i’m burnin, so i’m purgin catchin homicides
Whippin with them serpents we be workin squad like suicide
Bitch I catch you swervin I’mma fill you lungs Cyanide
Let the ak burst and like the birds I let the bullets fly

Glock 9 seventeen bodies on floor 
Triple digit got the 6’s shotty blastin through your doors 
Ya my Trigga finger itchin for the bitches kill em both 
Bitch I’m wicked don’t be snitchin baggin bodies by the boat

[VAGUE]

Passin out and
Gettin notta
Life is just a joke
It’s the shit that I been dealin wit
My past will never show
Alot of flashin now, your bitch just a hoe
If you hurt and got a problem just Remember i’m the goat

Bitch remember I’m the goat
See the pussy in the scope
Got the Devil tellin me to cock it back and let it blow
Like the junkies shootin dope
Fallin back and hit the floor
It’ll kill ‘em quick, cause I’m always reppin on that triple six

All these demons that surround me
Causin chaos in the shadows just to fucken haunt me
They’ll think I’ll bleed enough to see
That their throne is always empty, and need a soul to feed
Thats why they’ve chosen me

If I would stay alive
The pain would never subside
That’s why you die
If I would stay alive
The pain would never subside
That’s why you die

ROSEWOOD (feat. SCHIZO) [Prod. D-Low]

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

Hit that mothafucka with that
Buckshot, buckshot
Blood is splattered on my clothes
Buckshot, buckshot
Cock it back and let it blow
Buckshot, buckshot
Let them bodies hit the floor
Buckshot, buckshot
Hit that mothafucka with that
Buckshot, buckshot
Blood is splattered on my clothes
Buckshot, buckshot
Cock it back and let it blow
Buckshot, buckshot
Let them bodies hit the floor
Buckshot, buckshot

[T.R.I.P.]

Lately I been feeling spontaneous
If you see me creeping in the night
Cover your esophagus
Catch you bitches lacking
The pistol always be packing, the Uzi spraying sporadic
My whole gang is schizophrenic hoe
Welcome to the zoo, who let the cobra loose?
Catch me spitting fuckin venom at mothafuckas who didn’t move
This your last warning mothafucka, watch yo fuckin mouth
UAV is on the hunt, we taking bodies down and we

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

Hit that mothafucka with that
Buckshot, buckshot
Blood is splattered on my clothes
Buckshot, buckshot
Cock it back and let it blow
Buckshot, buckshot
Let them bodies hit the floor
Buckshot, buckshot
Hit that mothafucka with that
Buckshot, buckshot
Blood is splattered on my clothes
Buckshot, buckshot
Cock it back and let it blow
Buckshot, buckshot
Let them bodies hit the floor
Buckshot, buckshot

[VAGUE]

Bleeding thru my eyes, I see past disguises
Only in the field to heal my demise
All the shit we've seen has been long lie
It's not what you feel, it's been hidden inside

Bunch of rats, we killen 'em off too fast
You've been livin in a dream, that only serves the mass
Attackin all the walls in minds that never fall
And find all the faults that you thought were small
Yeah

BUCKSHOT [Prod. EYKEY]

BETTER THE DEVILS YOU KNOW (Ft. UNAVERAGE GANG) Prod. FALLEN

[HOOK: VAGUE]

Smashin out they brains
Put’em In they grave, leave’em to decay
Welcome you to our deep dark zone
Smashin out they brains
Put’em In they grave, leave’em to decay
Welcome you to our deep dark zone

[VAGUE]

We born to kill, fuck yeah the struggles real
Transform into a wolf sniffin out some blood until
I can find ways to get out of the devils deal
Cut the seal, burn the page and toss into the deepest hills
Never forget, never regret, you cross that line
Why is it in your nature to be wastin my time
You’re a dime, and filled up with aggressions obsessions, I find my way back to depression
Dark cult with black robes
Dancin round, burnin down nothin left that can be found
Hear you choke, up in the smoke
Everything you fear comin near allow me to commandeer

[T.R.I.P.]

I was countin my losses, but now I’m counting my profits, and all you bitches are prophets
You played this game and you lost it
So sick of the bullshit, you keep on making me nauseous
I’ll bring a bag of my vomit because I’m sick and your toxic
So Fuck you
This is what i’m boutta fuckin do
Gotta face full of nails raising hell to the blood moon
It’s so true
I’m hated by many, loved by a few, I set the fuse
Your time is coming close  black rose gunna bloom
We welcome all of you to our deep dark zone
The only place upon this earth where I can call my home
All alone inside this darkness where I reside with the crows
And you don’t know a thing about me, you just judge on my lows

[HOOK: VAGUE]

Smashin out they brains
Put’em In they grave, leave’em to decay
Welcome you to our deep dark zone
Smashin out they brains
Put’em In they grave, leave’em to decay
Welcome you to our deep dark zone

CHERNOBYL

[T.R.I.P.]

Fuck yo feelings homie
I give a fuck about opinions or your story brodie
I’ll fuck yo bitch and burn her soul inside the purgatory 
You think I give a fuck of what you bitches think about me?
Bitch Fuck your judgements cause, i’m spitting on your fucking grave 
Y’all should know the fuckin name it’s UNAVERAGE GANG
We blowing up like a mothafuckin hand grenade 
Yung T.R.I.P. the grave digger out of fuckin Vegas 
Two legends in the making

If I murder mothafuckaz then it’s going to be a goodnight
Leave a mothafuckin dead with a steel knife 
Running and gripping my 9 till they all die 
Real eyes realize that you all lie
I been a savage since 7 
UAV be the one that is ending your session
No second guessing
This that mothafuckin gang land affiliation

[HOOK]

187, 187, 187, 187

[VAGUE]

You burn within, cause I bring the sin
I open doors just to let it in
You won’t find, what you can’t find
And you bitches hide with them flawed minds
This shit a joke with a little bit hate and a little bit of hope
This the life I chose, I accelerate on the roads I know
I lived enough that I lashed out on what the fuck was passed out,
this fucken is game is trash now
and filled up with these cash clowns
Unaverage always holds down, and fix with what we wrote down
Your feelings don’t mean shit now, we on the top and won’t drown

All the haters wanna do is talk shit, and dick ride, never wanna accomplish shit,
No drive, where the fuck is all grave-diggers,
Bet you mothafuckas gonna flee the scene when I pull the trigger
Never gonna stop me now
Better think when you talkin down
Stand yo ground
It’s that UAV gang shit and we lock it down
Yuh

[HOOK]

187, 187, 187, 187
187, 187, 187, 187

187 [Prod. Riku]

[VAGUE]

So sadistic always on that fucken killa shit, 
Put us on on beat and see UNAVERAGE GANG gon murder it
Nothin gonna faze us out, and watch us as we conquer it
Black outfit, red eyes, yeah i’m emotionless
I’m runnin in the circles of my life and I ain’t feelin it no more
Can I even out the score?
Religious repetition leave that bullshit at the door
Light the fuel and start the war
There is many fucken things that I still cannot ignore,
Pushin your beliefs on people, I can’t take it anymore

Hard times and I’m headin down on long road
Mental scars and still bleedin wit my eyes closed
Many scary stories that im leavin untold
Pages rippen, my decision watch it unfold

[T.R.I.P]

We don’t leave no fuckin witness, we get straight to business bitch
Feel like Bobby Shmurda way I make that body flip
Grimey monthafuckas always worrying bout my clique 
You ain’t repping Gang get the fuck up off my shit 
Posted in the lazy river corpses on my Dick

Big body Benz all black in a Trench coat 
Got a morgue inside the crib where your fuckin limbs go
It’s a dead winter blood shedding make it red snow 
Got the Barretta but i'ma hit you with the longbow 

I might give you a couple minutes so you can say your final prayers 
They keep sayin we underdogs yea bitch were aware 
Came a long way still Walking down the devils stairs 
All you shitty fuckin rappers in the game you gon be dead

SING, YOU SINNERS [Prod. VENXM]

[T.R.I.P.]

Dear lord help me forget all my sins, one minute I think I’m good
The next thing would be my death
Hit up J. Chet let them fuckaz know we next
We coming straight for the neck
We running up for them checks
Grab the AK, reload it and let it bang
Call your bitch mayday, cause she go down on me everyday
Fuckin spitting twisted lyrics to calm all my senses
Fuck a label, and a handout bitch we independent

[VAGUE]

A cold day is always feelin the same
In the house of pain, wait for habits to drain
Never let up, I always get up
And running thru the problems I deal with may be the same for you

Rather be alone, in my conscience for so long
As I sit in stone, I let my intentions be known
Blood curdling sour, cause I live by the hour
Only a minute to scour to find the source to empower

[CHETTA]

Yea yea yea yea

And bitch im dead talking
Dead walking on the set
Dripping wet coffin
Gone pull the Ak out the back
And get that bitch sparking
Gone switch the choppa
For the mac
And now your bitch jockin
The police ride around
All day chalking
But i just chalk it up
Dont give a fuck
Cause i aint talking
Aint it awful
How they sleeping on me
Im Posturepedic
I got pull with plenty bitches
They gone want me
Till they need me.....
Ok...

VOODOO (Feat. Chetta)

[T.R.I.P.]

Nothing but murder inside my mind hoe,
Take a look cause you fuckin with a psycho,
Bloody vision while i’m scopin when the lights low,
Hope you mothafuckas burn and fucking die slow 

It’s a mothafuckin bloody massacre up in the mosh pit 
Fuck the nonsense, this the Devil's Rejects 
Fuck your prayers pussy, we'll meet you on the other side 
Out the fuckin purgatory light 'em up and watch 'em die 

Fuck around I’ll send you bitches out in body bags,
Got our numbers up and now you pussies acting mad, 
Me and Vague will put a shotgun up to fuckin ass
Bet you never faced the facts that after death there is nothing left

[VAGUE]

All these bodies laying on the floor
Smell of all the rotting flesh that you can’t ignore
Your trapt inside, see the chains on the doors
Better fight your way out thru the gore

When death is in the pit
Wanna know, we’re you feeling all of it?
Gotta breath in, get blood on shit
I wanna see the bodies smash against the fence
Let bloodshed commence
The blood is leavin from my mind
I’m trapped in it all the time
UAV, not hard to find
Just look, and it will align

Resurrect your soul,  devils rejects gonna show
The pain and torture that you know
Undead has risen why you so cold

[T.R.I.P.]

Burning inside me, let me rot and watch me bleed
Trapped within, can’t find me
Yea,
Can’t find me

DEVIL'S REJECTS [Prod. Rayse]

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

Taking a couple steps back, back when i would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that’s bustin loose
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don’t trust again
Just unload that fuckin rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

[VAGUE]

Surrounded by the voices that are talkin’ in my head
Man I wake up all the time, really thinkin that I might be dead
Dealin with the stress, and you dealin with your fucken life
The reason that we do it, so that we fucken feel alive

All we see is play, but you can’t seem to find rewind
Hate the fact that fixin’ fuck-ups, always gonna take some time
Matter of fact, that your memories forever last
The Devil diggin’ deeper
Hopin he can bring up darker pasts

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

Taking a couple steps back, back when i would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that’s bustin loose
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don’t trust again
Just unload that fuckin rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

[T.R.I.P.]

I live a fast life, never on that slow paced shit
In my space ship doing donuts middle fingers to the masons 
Yea you mothafuckaz said that we’d never make it
Now i’m sitting back smoking like i’m on vacation Bitch

Staying low cuz you never know 
Plenty haters sitting back praying that u fold 
Watch these so called  “homies” all turn into hoes
Never get too comfortable stay up on your toes

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

Taking a couple steps back, back when i would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that’s bustin loose
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don’t trust again
Just unload that fuckin rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it?

BOUT IT [Prod. FALLEN]

[T.R.I.P]

Loading the hallow tips up, I cock it back and bust
Y’all are fuckin with the reaper the one that was sent above
Doing the devils work, riding in a fuckin hearse
Just a mothafucka risin' out the mud and born to murk

There's a lot mothafuckas doubtin' on the fuckin come up
Ima fuck you up and drag your lifeless body straight down under
Me and my brotha run this game and we don’t plan to be out numbered
Raise your hand I’ll break your jaw and kill a million mothafuckas Bitch

[HOOK: T.R.I.P]

Redrum
Murder, Murder (x8)

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Look into my eyes, I see the spite
You thinkin ima die, don’t bring a knife
Many gonna make the same mistake
I really hope the devil doesn’t wake
He got a lot to say

Im risin up-from the dirt-I’m bringin hell
Just by lookin all around me, all my servants under spells
When I try to find myself
I put UAV on my shelf
You gon never make a sale
Cause I ain’t got a soul to sell

[HOOK: T.R.I.P]

Redrum
Murder, Murder (x8)

PAY THE PRICE [Prod. AGBEATSBITCH]

[T.R.I.P]

I’m fucking lonely in my conscience and it takes me to the darkest place
It’s trying break me down
It will not fade away
But nightmares sometime haunt us in the fuckin weirdest ways
I’m in an empty field with roses that’s burning like sage

Blood dripping out the faucet it’s smothered on the walls, it’s like I Feel a sense of presence of neglect of a kid that was lost
Feel the hate feel the hurt feel the burn
Now we sitting in silence feeling cursed but now it’s your turn

[HOOK: VAGUE]

Can you feel the burn?
Just look in my eyes, you can see my demise
Are you willin to find
The truth in their lies?

The will to live, are you willin to give
Everything right now?
Choose a side
Need to find yourself
Walkin down the line
Do you wanna die?

[VAGUE]

I spin and see a distant blur
The feelings with emotions seem like I can never learn
The Devil waitin for my death so he can fill my urn
I can feel the demons that surround me waitin on a turn

And, you know the pain goes on
You know that things go wrong
You try to play along
It just takes too long

[HOOK: VAGUE]

The will to live, are you willin to give
Everything right now?
Choose a side
Need to find yourself
Walkin down the line
Do you wanna die?

The will to live, are you willin to give
Everything right now?
Choose a side
Need to find yourself
Walkin down the line
Do you wanna die?

NEGLECT [Prod. Heath Stone]

[HOOK: VAGUE]

Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes
Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes

[VAGUE]

Too many people nowadays they always judge
But frontin like they different cause they think that they tough
You actin like you listenin and given in to shove
Bitin on the hand that feeds you, man up homie
What the fuck?
Lately I been distant cause my life is hard to tame
And I try to keep it to myself, avoidin all this shame
Sometimes it feels harder to see past when you in pain
But nothin in this life is set in stone, and it will change

[HOOK: VAGUE]

Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes
Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes

[T.R.I.P]

We living in a world, where everybody for themselves
If it isn’t beneficial, they don’t care fuckin help
Now the tables have turned, It took a lot for me learn
You can’t change fuckin person, no matter what it’s worth
Bad kid hellish ways dark vibes, walking round the devils turf
Loaded magnum if a fuck boy ever wanna get merked
Marked for death, bitch I’ll lay you to rest
Better learn to shut yo fuckin mouth Before you get two in the neck

[HOOK: VAGUE]

Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes
Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes

SET IN STONE [Prod. Heath Stone]

[VAGUE]

Find a chance just to hold back
Workin hard just to get back
Many things that will not last
We survive, we can outlast
Got a leash on my soul
Help, I’m losin control
Find myself all alone
Fuck you mean that we clones?

I’m dealin with the darkness thats feedin inside of me
Good artists nowadays it’s like a fucken dyin breed
Don’t lose yourself, don’t take a knee
Many have failed before that’s a guarantee

[BRIDGE: VAGUE]

Lock me away
I’ll find my way
I’ll have my day

[T.R.I.P]

Fuck that
We gone run it back
Bouta fuck ‘em up
Where they hidin at?
It’s the wolf pack 
Never coming last 
I don’t gotta cap 
Like Jimmy, i’m bouta blast 

I’m the one that they counted out 
Everything’s changing without a doubt 
Never looking back, never run your mouth 
Cause we all bouta drown, and we all going down
Straight to hell, i’m a demon can’t you tell?
I walk on 9 inch nails, down the pit I fell

[BRIDGE: VAGUE]

Lock me away
I’ll find my way
I’ll have my day

[$UBJECTZ]

I’m so damn cryptic Animalistic 
Im hatred driven not optimistic 
Need a bust down chain,
A new pot to piss in and a iced out wrist too stop the blood from dripping 
Why the fuck you trippin?
Why the fuck you bitching?
Might back hand that bitch why the fuck you snitching?
Wolves from woods killing all opposition 
Straight precision aim in watch that bitch go missing 
I got nothing too say watch 'em all fade away oh I 
Must’ve forgot the time or the fuckin words to say oh I 
My backs against the wall 
They’re praying for my fall 
Fuck it you know it’s war 
And this my battle song

DYING BREED (feat. $ubjectz) [Prod. 88VLEXX]

TORMENT (feat. SCHIZO) [Prod. FALLEN]

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