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[HOOK: VAGUE]

You know had to give it up
Cause the nightmares never let up
It always feels like the night terrors only bring you pain
In the night when the creatures wanna see me go insane
You know had to give it up
Cause the nightmares never let up
It always feels like the night terrors only bring you pain
In the night when the creatures wanna see me go insane

[VAGUE]

Aye
Never allow me to go back
When I was surrounded by rats 
As all I hear is chit chat
And you’ll find yourself in a big bag
I’ll never be the mothafucka lookin for help
Cause fuck that I handle myself
with all that shit that I’m goin thru
It’s fine cause I’m buildin myself
5 knives and I’m Krueger
On the hunt in October
Spending my time, I’m deep in you mind 
Playin nightmares over and over
And over again
Fuck what you know and when your hell has began
I’ll be the one to be cravin your skin
Drinkin the blood and be drownin in sins
You know

[HOOK: VAGUE]

You know had to give it up
Cause the nightmares never let up
It always feels like the night terrors only bring you pain
In the night when the creatures wanna see me go insane
You know had to give it up
Cause the nightmares never let up
It always feels like the night terrors only bring you pain
In the night when the creatures wanna see me go insane

[T.R.I.P.]

I’m going insane
Feeling like I’m Richard Brake
The way I’m killing shit bitch
I don’t need no fucking break
October 31st
My favorite holiday
That’s when all my demons are roaming
And coming out to play
It’s hallows eve
Catch me creepin inside that m3 
All up and down your block
Totin the glocks while you trick or treat
Call me the candy man
Cause I stay with them razor blades
Carving up your face
And I’m spelling out Unaverage Gang

BAG O' BONES

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

Bitch made mothafuckas need a take a nap
They delirious cuz all they do is cap
Say they running shit but I ain’t seen it yet 
Demons riding with me asking where they at?!
Where they at?
Where they at?
Pussies hiding cuz they know they gon get clapped up
Where they at?
Where they at?
They only talking shit when they running in packs

[T.R.I.P.]

You might end up in a hearse
I’m burning down your church,
Pull up with them hallows points
And puttin holes all up in yo shirt 
Fuck boys all gunna get merked
I’m shooting like I’m Dirk
Put your body in the dirt 
Making money from every verse
I don’t give a fuck about a bitch
I need a paycheck 
Never got a hand out
And sure don’t fuck with that fake shit
Gripping on my Glock 17 spraying up the function
Fuck boys always bluffing
You Better get to ducking mothafucka

[VAGUE]

You know this shit would never work out
You fuck me once, you got me fucked up on a payout
Cause you been creepin on some shit
You should of stayed out
But the warning signs were there
You didn’t listen, didn’t pay attention
Now you in a grave
Sometimes you gotta roll with all the shit you fucken say
You can’t come comeback, while holdin rats
And the hopes to stay
But I been waiting for your ass, for a face to break
So fuck you and your wishes bitch
cause I’m not okay

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

Bitch made mothafuckas need a take a nap
They delirious cuz all they do is cap
Say they running shit but I ain’t seen it yet 
Demons riding with me asking where they at?!
Where they at?
Where they at?
Pussies hiding cuz they know they gon get clapped up
Where they at?
Where they at?
They only talking shit when they running in packs

REAP WHAT YOU SOW

WHERE THEY AT! [Prod. ROOSEVELT]

[T.R.I.P.]

I got a succubus she a bad ass bitch
Yea, never catch me lacking cuz I’m on shit
If I come up big then so does my clique
UAV the gang till I end up in the ditch 
Mothafuckas claiming know us 
If you want the smoke you can pull up
And catch the fade bruh
Riding with the devil on my side 
Knock knock T.R.I.P. is here to take your life
Swerving off in a Skyline matte black coupe
If I was in your shoes
Damn I’d be mad too
Empty out these mothafuckin bullets at your brain
Lately I been going insane
So just stay in your lane
Fuck boy you don’t really smoke 
Come close you can get the 44
Fuck around you gone catch yourself finding out
Fuckin with the reaper you pussies gon end up in the ground 

[VAGUE]

Lemme tell you what I’ve seen
And it’s all spite
Givin in and thinkin deeper
But you lose sight
Give a fuck
I’m thinkin clearer 
Just to be right
Many differences
Don’t act like we the same
Preachin all your bullshit
Stop, cause it’s lame
I wonder how these mothafuckas gonna get thru life
It’s not hard
But you gotta try to it keep right
A soft heart is bringin you down
To lose a fight
And startin shit with everybody
Just to get a bite
Whatcha willing to lose?
Just another motherfucker here abusin the booze
Don’t be comin at me like you got me caught on the news
And Hey Stan
I don’t wanna be holdin your hand
Its a rat race, in a rat chase
Get the fuck outta my place
Cause you can’t lace
And we beat you to it
No excuses
Cause a lot of people goin thru it
This is just a little taste
If you wanna do it

SUCCUBUS [Prod. ANTCATY]

[SCHIZO]

No Bible
I’ve been bad from the beginnin
Talkin human sacrifices only righteous way of livin
It’s the
Whole gang hounds ride in a black hurst 
Bodies in the back
Wwe don’t talk pull the strap first 
Y’all don’t want the smoke with me
Talking for the weakest sheeps
I’m a fuckin hound
And we devour all the weakest links 
We don’t fuck with trends
I'm sayin fuck you to the industry 
We comin with that devil shit
A triple sixin trilogy 

[T.R.I.P.]

Season of the sick
This that wicked shit that is coming quick 
9 up on my hip
I unleash it then I’m splitting wigs 
I’m bringing terror
I don’t give a fuck bitch who yo wit
This the devils playground
So buckle up hoe we in this bitch 
Open up your mind
And feel the presence of the mothafuckin beast 
When you cannot sleep
Just look up and then pray to UAV 
We’re the serpants and the creatures of land right underneath 
Fuck you pussies we gone gut you up
And eat yo fuckin spleen 
Psych ward killa shit
You bustas know right where I’m at 
I’m posted up in location 666 on the map
Fuck your feelings and fuck your homies
Yea, it’s like that 
Hauling bodies in a hearse while we collecting tags 

[VAGUE]

Feelin like there’s many minds on a stop
You thinkin that your time is comin
Homie that’s the plot
Sickness on the mental
All the patience it’s a prob
And you try to kill the fiend
Remindin you that I’m a god
Oh shit
Devil risin from the pit
Lookin thru my fucken eyes
Can you see this shit?
Stop
Why do all the bitches wanna fold?
If you really wanna do it then you might as well go
Or drop it
If I gave a fuck
Look at all the fakers now
Gotta really take some time to see who the homies now
Shotgun to the liars and the fakes
And I’m takin off they mask
You can’t hide behind the face

SEASON OF THE SICK (Feat. Schizo) [Prod. GREY]

[T.R.I.P.]

Dropping mothafuckas straight down to the pit
If you fuckin with UNAVERAGE GANG you fuckers R.I.P.
Bitch I’m rolling with the shadows
The darkness is stuck inside of me
All up in the cut leave you bleeding
Bitch do not bother me
Catch me burning crosses
Turning these niggas into carcasses 
Feening for the feeling of the death
So I’m here to murder shit 
Grip my Glock tight
I’m an assassin on the scope
Bitch I’m here to end your life
Leave you leaking on the floor
I don’t give a fuck about the fame
I’m here to run the game
I think my Choppa got the hiccups
And it’s scattering your brain 
swear that all the voices in my head
Just start to sound the same 
The devil hiding in disguise
I feel him every day 

[VAGUE]

It’s always runnin thru my mind
Tt stays the same
Wether it be a couple bodies
Take a shotty to the brain
All the pain that’s always risin up inside of me
You’ll never get the chance to even feel you can confide in me
This shit is hard to say
With the amount that I give away
Passin everyday
I wonder what I can takeaway
This shit is crazy
I feel like I’m goin insane
I’m entering the crazy house
And got bottles of pain
I’m overlookin all the decisions
I made from my visions
It doesn’t matter what I had to do to get my commission
I’m always lookin out
If the game only brings me pain
Then you have to take me out

DEVIL MADE ME DO IT [Prod. EYKEY]

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

[T.R.I.P.]

Fuckin with my killas
We all strapped up like some outlaws
Pull up to yo crib, fast as fuck like a nascar
Break the law, kill ‘em all
Break your mothafuckin jaw
Tortures what I bring into this game
I give it to ‘em raw
Sliding thru with Schizo
We murder we getting detrimental
Coming right out of the cemetery
Test me I get temperamental
Step up to my plate
I promise yall niggas not on my level
I grab the shovel bash your brains out
All praise to the devil
I got the .357
I’m locked and loaded
I keep skeletons inside my closet from them decomposing 
Bitch I’m T.R.I.P.
Wicked sick so fuckin unpredictive 
I grab my Glock send a shot
Collect another victim 
Creepin out the shadows
I’m crawling out of your attic
Sneak up you when you sleeping
My thoughts are getting erratic
Taking all these bodies call me a mothafuckin addict
Bitch you Fuckin the reaper
Taking souls out as I’m laughing

[VAGUE]

Wait
Can you hear the fucken static?
Call em’ out
I’m bout to bring a panic
And it’s not by choice
But my guns are semi automatic
I push limits, i’m findin demons
I call it fate
Cause I ain’t fucken with the same shit
So call it hate
And I’m goin thru the gate
So you can try to label
All that talk
From a broke bitch
But I’m stable
Your body missin
And It’s not my jurisdiction
This is real life
Livin out your days like
It’s fiction
And ever since
I’ve been tryna make it my mission
My mind goes a mile minute
So what the fuck can you provide?
It’s just another demon
Locked down and trapped up inside
You say “It’s hard to find”
But that pussy shit don’t apply
Don’t be comin at me
Puttin all that shit to the side
And all that bottled up anger
Droppin blood and flies
This shits a massacre
Hidin in a crowd of hurt
Yeah
I know I’m not the first
I may seem asleep
But I stay alert

[SCHIZO]

I woke up and had a Kershaw in my abdomen 
I was leakin blood all on the curb containin pathogens
Got up on my knees
I crawled my way to where the bathroom is 
Started coughin blood
It felt like I was coughin javelins
While ill was lookin back
I’m seein bodies on the on the kitchen stove 
Smellin all there flesh and seein bodies in the livin room 
I don’t what happened
So I hid inside the closet
Shocked in my confusion
Started diggin in my pockets 
Then I found a note that said, “you know who really did this shit”
Everybodies dead
So I still question who the victim is
I’m pretty comprehensive
I dont understand what made me flip 
But still can’t comprehend, the reasons why I always fuckin switch 
Hellcat in my hands I check the mag it had an empty clip
Shells around the bodies like a scene inside an haunted crypt
Why I am so crazy that’s the shit that I don’t understand
But multi personality would justify the way I am

Wolf Creek Pt. III (Feat. SCHIZO)

[T.R.I.P.]

I’m from a place where they burn in the fire
UAV walks with the dead hallow points
Inside of all my guns with red dot
And I only aim for the head
Feel bad for the all these pussies
That’s wanting these problems
Bitch fuck you fuck your whole set
Shit do not faze me
I been through what’s worse in my life
And overcame everything since
Never let a mothafucka know
When I’m creepin with  scythe
That’s a oh no
Young T.R.I.P. be shooting like a photo
Send these mothafuckas to the grave with a halo
Cause I’m rockin with the evil
Doing the devils dirty work
And I’m stacking up the bodies In the back of the hearse
Riding with a bat and black tee shirt
Blood stains drippin on the mothafuckin curb
Laying yo ass in the dirt, aye
Promise yo life can get worse, aye
Unaverage Gang ready to work, aye
You don’t know now, but I promise you’ll learn
That we never we come last, bitch we in first
Fuck the whole world, I’m ready to merk
If we with Schizo we getting absurd
Proceed with some caution before you get served

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

On my way to the grave
Gang got them K’s, aye
Fuck out my face
Swear y’all ain’t safe, aye
Demons all inside my brain
Capturing bodies they all in my safe
Used to broke, now got money for days
If I don’t make it, the devil remains

[VAGUE]

Not bound, but hear it loud
All that talkin you did
And got shot down
What’s the plot now?
When you runnin you mouths
Runnin in circles, i’m chasin a mouse
All the shit you’d rather read
Would you put it down
Just to follow me?
Be a black sheep, with a lack of sleep
See the color bleedin, thru the red sheets
As rituals risin, you gotta keep fightin
To know what the demons are gettin
All of the soulless, with a bad mind
Didn’t even give notice
Cause you seein now
What you leavin out
Like a flock of crows
Groupin all around
Try to find a home, when you fly alone
Now wishin for death
You should of know
Findin yourself in the rabbit hole
Given out and you lettin go
And you gotta know
That all of the problems are normal
And never stop
Cause the world is a fucken prop
With the friends you might of lost
And the things that you could of fought
But keep doin you
Feelin blind, but know what you gotta do
Soon people will know what you goin thru

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

On my way to the grave 
Gang got them K’s, aye
Fuck out my face
Swear y’all ain’t safe, aye
Demons all inside my brain
Capturing bodies they all in my safe
Used to broke, now got money for days
If I don’t make it, the devil remains

LOT 16

[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

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LOT 16

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