this is my favorite song just because of the lyrics I mean like I love the beat but the lyrics man

[T.R.I.P.]

Evil shit is all I know
I’m coming out the crazy house,
Creepin on a come up mothafucka
That’s without a doubt,
Gripping on my Glock tight
Ccannot trust a single soul
Devil shutting out the light
That’s the only way it goes 
Feeling like I’m falling way too far down
Devil on my back I cannot hide now
If I die today I hope you all proud of this shit
That I worked so hard for but it’s gone now
Nothing else matters in the world
But the memories never fade
Got a pile of fuckin problems
But too scared to turn the page
When we dying in the end we only heading one way
Look up in the sky as we laying in our graves

[VAGUE]

Layin in my grave
Need to find a way
It’s out of mind
It’s another day
Just another day
That I’m in my grave
And it’s hollow
What’s in store for tomorrow?
Try to find a heart to borrow
Even if it gets too late
Try to get me thru the gate
When it’s hard to fucken follow
I’ve been drownin in my mind and my sorrows for a long time
Yeah
and It’s a whole lot
It’s whole lot
Thought I’d finally find an end, but I guess not

REAP WHAT YOU SOW

LAYING IN OUR GRAVES [Prod. CRCL]

[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

[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

The Collection

Decisions of Torment

HowDidIGetHere (Prod. The Virus and Antidote)

BLOODY EYES [PROD. SANTOS SANTANA]

Johnny Cash

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