[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

[HOOK: VAGUE]

What you want for real?
Realize that you living life and can't feel
I try to make it in and try make it out
Doesn't matter what the fuck I do
You know I'm feelin doubt
What you want for real?
Realize that you living life and can't feel
I try to make it in and try make it out
Doesn't matter what the fuck I do
You know I'm feelin doubt

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Give a fuck about a minor situation
It's not findin me, dawg
It's just another conversation
And you wanna say it's not a diss
But talkin shit, it is a diss
It doesn't matter much to me
You another name up on the list
Funny how you makin all these "Friends" up in this hobby
Cause you claimin that they family
And then go throw them in the lobby
Then when everyone is gone
You'll wake up and have some coffee
You'll be thinking
Did they really give a fuck?
Probably
You ain't never had a loss
Till you lost it all
All the friends you cuttin off
Won't break the fall
Even thru your eyes
Bet you'll finally realize
You're the start and endin of the story
To your own demise
You ain't never had a loss
Till you lost it all
All the friends you cuttin off
Won't break the fall
Even thru your eyes
Bet you'll finally realize
You're the start and endin of the story
To your own demise

[HOOK: VAGUE]

What you want for real?
Realize that you living life and can't feel
I try to make it in and try make it out
Doesn't matter what the fuck I do
You know I'm feelin doubt
What you want for real?
Realize that you living life and can't feel
I try to make it in and try make it out
Doesn't matter what the fuck I do
You know I'm feelin doubt

[T.R.I.P.]

How you hating on me with the hard work
That I put into this shit
Miserable ass motherfuckers
Always acting like a bitch
Get the fuck up out the mix
All you do is run your lips
All you pussies make me sick
Always banking on a wish
Me and you are not the same
I can't relate
I can't sit down on my ass
Begging hoping for a change
Get up and get to work
Ain't nobody sorry for you
Get up out your feelings
Your family is fucking counting on you
All these weak minded mothafuckas
Can't dig they self out the grave
On a mission trying find my way out of this fuckin maze
All praise to Unaverage Gang
All they do is talk and hate
Coming hot right out the gates
Feel like hades with the flame
Game is driving me insane
Y'all give clout to all the lames
Only thing I feel is rage
And I'm here to bring you pain
You was Born a bitch
Yea I can't relate
UAV them hellish hounds
Unleashing it through our veins

MINOR SITUATION

[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

[T.R.I.P.]

Grab my 9 and load it up
In case these pussies running up
Listen to me bitch
I keep it buck and I don’t give a fuck 
Suicidal mothafuckas scared to pull that trigger tho 
Haters on my dick
Just like bitch they acting like a hoe
Rain down the bullets bitch
I’ll send you down below 
On my gang
I’m leave you leaking bleeding in the snow
Here I go
With my killas switching lanes then we gone
Frame banging every whip that I ever fuckin owned
Sliding in that chaser
Chasing niggas like I’m Jason, aye 
Here to take my mothafucka spot
No more waiting, aye
Always on my grind
Ain’t got no time for no vacations
Yall don’t want no smoke
Burning rubber till you choke

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Burnin rubber till you choke out
And I ain’t fucken with the same people
Different faces showin now
But don’t get it twisted
Gotta stay realistic
So we keep on pushing forward
Try to stay optimistic
But it’s seemin like
Its always hard to find the bright low
Things are moving much farther
Simply cause it won’t show
So the distance always greater
Cause you livin the lie
I’m coming with my black tie
Semi auto combined
And need to wake up
Yall be livin in a dream state
Dazed and chasin and all the bullshit
That is true and to the taste
Come to terms, not in cases
Keep on drownin in phases
Don’t be followin the sheep
To be trapt in the pages

BLEEDING IN THE SNOW [Prod. 9unshxt]

[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)

[T.R.I.P.]

I ride or die for my mothafuckin clique 
You bouta die, if you end up on my list 
Bouta slide like I just welded the diff 
All my haters mad
Cause I copped another whip
Lexus broke another neck
Homicidal pussies won’t do shit
Now watch me flex 
Reaper on my neck
Cost a couple months of rent 
Sick of being humble
Let 'em hate and fuck the rest 
I know they praying on my downfall 
Nobody does it better
Might as well call me Nate Dog
Yea im loaded up
Bouta drop a fuckin napalm 
When I’m rolling up
Got the trunk thumping like King Kong 
All you rappers look and sound the same 
All you fuckin lames like to stay in the same lane
Get the fuck out my face 
Fallen with that bass knock
Running when that k pop 
Grinding till my brain rot 
Chop 'em up just like a crop

[VAGUE]

It’s a bad play
Always bout some fucken shit
So It’s a bad day
Gotta take some better notes
And try to stay in lanes
If you had half a brain
To give a fuck about the patient things
Many thoughts lead to suicide
From my past
Killin all the fucken rats
It’s a Columbine
I’m lookin in from the outside
All to face facts
But It’s been a bad lie
It’s not about the shit you talk about
It’s what you say
To be a part of all the games
Just to waste away
But you’ll keep on fucken ridin
Until you have to pay
And watchin everybody step
To see who saves the day
Double dosin
And It ain’t up for discussion
You gotta try find the whim
All gon rise and keep pushin
And try to never pay a fine
In the mind that is gushin 
The blood leakin from the scars
From the people that cut ‘em

DOWNFALL

[VAGUE]
Crushin everything
To give it up, it’s just a crutch
And you burnin thru your life
It’s Like you ridin on the clutch
No sleep, no dreams
You’ll be dead in a week
Just another fucken body
Got the maggots In your sheets
Try to learn from the struggle
And you try just to grow
Cause the life that is comin
Is the life that is known
All that thought that is weak
In the mind of a glass house
You gotta take the risk
It’s shown if you find doubt
All the little bits
It’s cause the world is playin tricks
Try drawin up your nine
Cause your friend about a flip
All shake, no faith
Never cared for the praise
And we findin all the chatter
UAV on the chase

[T.R.I.P.]

T.R.I.P. is gonna get mental on the beat
I’ll take ‘em to the slaughterhouse
I’ll slice and dice 'em
If they want to run their fucking mouth
UAV ain’t missin
Got them red beams pointed at the crowd
Going on a massacre
So make sure to pull them cameras out
Purgatory Pimpin, I’m pumpin the slugs
All these pussies are just puppets
Thats showin no love
Ridin round I got a tantrum, I’m fuckin 'em up
Got them twin glocks on me
Turnin bustas into crumbs
Yea, I’m Dancing with the devil
Yo bitch is tasting my barrel
Don’t be fuckin with the reaper
I’ll leave you bloody apparel
Coming out the tomb
Always on the move
Middle fingers to my enemies, that’s fuckin up my mood

I'll slide on any bitch
Scorpion on me dumping clips
Making bodies disappear
Bitch call that shit a magic trick
Night stalking, Im putting bodies inside of coffins
Everybody a snake, leaving me no other option
Bringing mothafuckas more nightmares than Wes Craven
If there’s one thing that I learned from this game
Is stay patient, either way they gonna hate
On my way to the bank
I grab my mask and sawed off shotty to put it in yo face
I lay 'em down like the mothafuckin corpses in the grave
Ain’t no saving me, I see death staring right into my face
Fighting with the demons, trying take my soul away
Time will only tell, till I’m fed up bring the renegade

[VAGUE]

All them killins are repetitive
Usin blood in my sedative
And grab a daily dose of my medicine
I’m the specimen
Walking over dead bodies
Like I’ve fucken seen it all
Feel the fucken stabbin in my eyes
Now Im seein far away
Will I ever get a fucken break?
Play
On the fucken minds of my prey
Aye
You need to hear what I gotta say
Chase
Off all the problems that I face

Requiem

WES CRAVEN [Prod. Zyller]

[T.R.I.P.]

Burning bodies, you alive
I do the opposite
Schizo in the back
We heading down to the Necropolis
Three-headed Cerberus, we need to see a psychologist
Pissin’ on your grave, I fill it up like a urologist
Wait, we running it back
Fucking the game up, I don’t wanna cap
Summon the demon, I chop ‘em in half
Coming around, and I step on the gas, uh
Out the gates, we’re mistaken for the sons of Satan
Back in business with all ya'll favorite collaboration
Slugs making ‘em float
Like a motherfuckin’ poltergeist,
Eyes rolling back
Got me feeling like the antichrist.
UAV causing a genocide, if you want it
Come and get it, pussy boy, go and cross the line

[SCHIZO]

Schizo’s coming back
Putting nails inside the coffin
I’m caustic, malicious, like the devil
Bitch, take caution
Taking bodies
Wrap ‘em up inside the cellophane
My mind’s fuckin’ cuckoo
Just oopsied on some benzocaine
Into pain, split your dome
Ease the knife between your brain
Worse than every demon
Even evil can’t receive the blame
I am the apocalypse, I’m like apocalyptico
Except I disembody anybody tryna seize my throne
I’m sinister, you know that
Get evil when I need to eat ya ego up
Decay from the inside
Then possess ya like a demon does
Psychotically ironic that I talk like a psychologist
But then I flip the switch and stick it in your esophagus

[VAGUE]

Goodbye
Last thing I said while ending your life
Always on the edge, what a waste of my time
Blood pouring down on my fuckin’ red eyes
Shut your fuckin’ mouth
Cause I’ll switch it out
You a loss for words
Like you passed out
But that’s not the right route
Calling me grave, I’ll put ‘em away
It’s not the right crowd
They building a case, Not leaving a trace
Find me in the shadows
And you’ll finally get a taste
Wolf pack tappin’ in and grabbing your soul
I’ma find you fuckin’ lackin’
Hand you off to Schizo
He’s sending a message on the skin
While he’s bashing your skull
And leave your body to rot
So that the maggots can grow, hoe

NECROPOLIS (feat. Schizo) [Prod. Zyller]

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