this shit hotter than the fires of hell itself, keep it up

Wanna say this yalls dooest track, they always so fuckin close bit this is it

[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.]

Yeah this evil made a lunatic
Yeah it's young trip walking through the crypt
Don't give a fuck about a bitch
Got that 45 up on my hip
UAV gon split yo limbs
Open you up like a gift
Got these haters on my dick
Made a living off this shit
Drown 'em in the river bitch for you there's no tomorrow
Cut yo mothafuckin head off
Now you look like sleepy hollow
I was born inside gallows
I came up out the gravel
If you lookin for me
Im lurkin like Valak in the shadows hoe

[VAGUE]

Creepin thru the night
And I can give a fuck, it's hell now
All the fucken moments that been lost
Cause I been held down
Psychopathic motives
Overturnin on my mind state
Giving into madness
Just a cycle of a soul break
Never lookin up
And try to find the right case
God fearin bitches
Burnin bibles
Just to find faith
I'd like to let you know
You walk alone up in the crypt
And by your side a demon
And they won't let up until you slip

Hell Has Eyes

CASE 48

[VAGUE]

What the fuck gonna do?
Nothin gon change
It's like your fucken mind
Be stuck in a dream state
Try to run your mouth
Your buildin yourself up
That or never had the thought
Of ever given up
It's funny how
friends will switch up
It's just another lie
Then you gettin all pissed off
You ride until you die
It's fine that you let go
To find a better life
If you're in my fucken messages
you'll only find a price
Cause it's been minute
Since I tried to find my outer limits
And fuck the toll on my modern image
To give your soul up
Play the fucken game
You'll find yourself to get tore up
Cause it's been minute
Since I tried to find my outer limits
And fuck the toll on my modern image
To give your soul up
Play the fucken game
You'll find yourself to get tore up

[T.R.I.P]

Why these mothafuckas
Always wanna act dramatic
Pull up with them automatics
I'm coming to cause you panic
I know you don't want no beef
Creepin on you when you sleep
Stab you with a rusted knife
As I sit and watch you bleed
Body bags are piling up
Now I'm boutta switch the flow
Poppin off with that sawed off
Now drop it down and hit the floor
Creeping around cemetery
Damn this shit is getting scary
Leave you bleeding just like Carrie
All my demons look like Mary
Come and join me on the other side
I can think of 1000 ways if you wanna die
Fuck boy
I thought I told you so don't act surprised
I'm a fuckin killa, this the Unaverage enterprise
Ricochet hit his brain, now he in the grave
Fuck the fame, I reside inside the fuckin flames
Still the same 7 years later in the game
Can't be tamed making sure this mothafucka bangs hoe

RICOCHET

[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

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

[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

CHECKMATE [Prod. Netuh]

[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)

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