Bout time unaverage droppin bangers on our foreheads again 🔥🔥

Lyrics:
Ouija:
Drop that body in that mothafuckin' lake
Put that shotty in my truck and drive away
On that bench bitch I'm pushin' up the weights
Ima punch the devil in his face

Sinizter:
Straight up out the cryogenic chamber
Big muscle what I got I put in labor
Swing swords like I’m Vader with the saber
And I one, two punch him with fader

If you want it put in work and stop the bitchin’
Give a fuck what they say don’t need permission
Filet these fuckin’ rappers that’s my mission
Subtract another life just like division

Caught another body by the lake
So I’m callin’ up Ouija he awake
Tell him a lot is at stake so I wanna make sure that the stories corroborate

Givin’ up my soul to the game
Made a deal with the devil spit flame
Aiming for success fuck the fame
That’s a byproduct of the game

Throw another body in that fuckin’ lake
Tell my story realize we not the same
Become immortal when I record all this pain
No more shame lil bitch I be up on my way

Ouija:
Drop that body in that mothafuckin' lake
Put that shotty in my truck and drive away
On that bench bitch I'm pushin' up the weights
Ima punch the devil in his face

Sinizter & Ouija Macc-BODIES IN THE LAKE (prod. Zepelin & Zyller)

[T.R.I.P.]

Get a grip
UAV be running this shit
Couple hounds, 100 rounds
Aint no reloading the clip
Jack Sparrow in this bitch
The way I’m sinking they ship
Yeah i'm taking mothafuckas down
So don’t even trip yuh
Pussy better pray
I’m coming to your place
Strapped up, with a mothafuckin hand grenade 
I’m going insane
And murders the case
If I see another pussy
Ima dig him his grave yuh
Tiny Tim the way I tip toe
Throw that pussy mothafucka out the window 
Fuck wit me
I’ll bag your body in the aristo 
Got a Chromed shotty like lotti dotti
You lookin like a scarecrow
Tried to tell you
I’m not the one you wanna fuck with 
You follow every trend
And always trying to suck dick
Your in the back trying to find yourself a substance 
Im the reason you ain’t breathing
Better run bitch 

[VAGUE]

All set from the lines
And the minds so critical
I’m imprintin the thoughts
And it’s subliminal
Diggin up the demons
That’s surrounded in dark
And it’s imbedded in heart
You feel it, rippin apart
Get familiar with the smell
And the face of decay
Passed out, blacked out
Passed away
As i’m last in the circle
From the cast of rain
I’m the lone survivor
Huntin down all the prey
Give into feelin, avoided livin it up
You’re not
Taken all the rounds
Only ticken it up
And all these pussies all around
Cause the world had been stuck
Nasty Only fans bitches always fast to fuck
So get crossed out
Sayin all the things that i’m leavin out
All the bad decisions are always passed down
You can’t blame the truth
So you can lash out
Keep provin the point
It only brings doubt

Obscura

Tip Toe

Tip Toe [Prod. Netuh]

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

U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E
U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E

[VAGUE]

Fuck up out my way
I’ll never chill in a grave
Let’s try to talk about 
The lames, cause it drives me insane
You got a feelin
That your mind is always trapped and enslaved
Look she forgot about bodies
Cause she trackin the fame
It only takes one look
I’m divin into hell in spite
Do you feel like you’re dyin tonight?
Many of you
Never could ever pass the fright
So you hide down low
So you can wait out the fight
Veins always feelin like a great mistake
And everybody like to watch
Cause they hopin you fade
But then you crawling back and
Lookin for attention you crave
You forgot about the miles
That you put upon me
When my minds always spinnin
I’ve been lost in a cave
People wanna be friends
Just as long as it pays
Take a look at my face
Is it telling my ways?
Got a bottle full of liquor
For the final days

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

U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E
U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E

[T.R.I.P.]

This Unaverage Homicide
Middle fingers to the sky
Load up all the magazines
Mothafuckas gonna die
Choppa loaded up
I’m spraying from the fuckin hip
I bet your bitch
Just want another dick
These hoes just make me sick 
I’m craving violence tonight
Bitch it’s on sight 
I’m creeping up in the moonlight
You gon die 
Unaverage Gang gonna bring back
That dark side
The devil told me to grip tight my 45 
Mothafuckas switching up
Way before the fame 
Gotta wake up go and get it
Everyday until the grave 
Got no time for playing games
Tryin to make it with my gang 
Pussy what you gonna say
When you see us on the stage?
Couple of demons out the crypt
Trying to hit a fuckin lick
Creeping around corner
Never a gave a fuck about a bitch 
Pick ‘em up and drop ‘em in the coffin
For the fuck of it 
Young T.R.I.P. from the crypt
Takin all they shit

Unaverage Homicide

Unaverage Homicide [Prod. Zyller x Zepelin]


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$UICIDEBOY$ Ft. Bones - Not In The Right Mind

ALL MUSIC AND LYRICS BY BEARDED LEGEND

LYRICS:

LIAR!
GO AWAY!
CAN’T TRUST ANYTHING YOU MOTHERFUCKERS SAY!
LIAR!
ENEMY!
ALL YOUR LIES DON’T MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE!

TRY TO KEEP HOPE ALIVE FOR THE SAKE OF,
EVERYONE WHO DON’T BELIEVE WHAT THEY MAKE UP,
TELL A LIE, TELL A LIE, TURN A BLIND EYE,
CAN’T ESCAPE FROM THE PAIN IN YOUR OWN MIND

LIAR!
MURDERER!
DOING EVERYTHING YOU CAN JUST TO MAKE IT WORSE!
FUCK YOU!
GET A CLUE!
ONLY WAY THAT YOU CAN START IS IF YOU TELL THE TRUTH!

TRY TO PLAY WAR GAMES WITH THE LIVES OF,
EVERYBODY IN THE WORLD WHO NEVER SIGNED UP,
MISERY ON DISPLAY FOR THE WORLD TO SEE,
EVERYBODY WITH A BRAIN KNOWS THE ENEMY

LIAR!
GO AWAY!
CAN’T TRUST ANYTHING YOU MOTHERFUCKERS SAY!
LIAR!
ENEMY!
ALL YOUR LIES DON’T MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE!

LIAR!
GO AWAY!

LIAR

FIRE IN THE SKY

Jus Dont Kno Prod Akrvi x Youforia

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

Look
I be putting in work
Big body swerving
Like I just popped a perc
Lazy mothafuckas always getting on my nerves
Stomp a pussy out
Make his mouth bite the curb
Gotta tell 'em like
I be putting work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
Gotta tell 'em like

[T.R.I.P.]

I be putting in work
Mothafuckas got it twisted
I been killin since birth
Let a mothafucka test me
Watch that pussy get murked
Tryna ride my wave
But ya'll staying on the turf
Aye
Cold case murderer
Spitting i’m getting cynical
Bouta level up
Mothafuckas call me the general
Flatline repping
I’m mobbin around your area
If you gotta problem
We’ll grab a shovel and bury ya
Lay low cause you fucking with the dogs now
UAV filled with killas at the compound
Work wheels on the whip
Boy we up now
UAV to the grave, say it out loud
Spinning on these emitz
And now yo bitch up on my dick
I’m getting silly in this bitch
They all just mad i’m getting rich
Kill for fun, getting funds
Get that money up
T.R.I.P. is going dumb
What the fuck?
Bitch you better run

[VAGUE]

Blood in my veins
All black like a venom drip
Demons in my head
Even when the silence hits
Shadow in the rearview and it’s talkin shit
And I’m always hearin noise
Mind full of static
Not to panic its dramatic
To employ
Lackin all the feelings to enjoy
I find the things to destroy
People always stuck
Like they knotted up corduroy
Lookin down like they baptized by the void
They try to shake it off
Like a fucken Polaroid
Damn
I’m givin to much to be annoyed
We ain’t gotta sell our souls
Just to put together
Not headed to hell, we just in bad weather
And I carry this pain
And turn it into pressure
But my soul as dark
Like i’m in black leather
Concrete steppin, Flatline what I’m reppin
Noose ties heavy, got the reaper in my section
All these pussies
Never gonna learn they lesson
Turnin weapons on the side to confessions
Soul stitched it’s like it’s bein torn
Didn’t have mourn for life that wasn’t born
I just can’t think, I’m walkin in a corpse
I’ve been at the edge and laughin like I want more

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

Look
I be putting in work
Big body swerving
Like I just popped a perc
Lazy mothafuckas always getting on my nerves
Stomp a pussy out
Make his mouth bite the curb
Gotta tell 'em like
I be putting work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
Gotta tell 'em like


Flatline

Flatline [Prod. Zyller x Zepelin]

Produced by Dj Lil Sprite 

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$UICIDEBOY$ Feat. GHOSTEMANE - The Return

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