[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]
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 fakе fucks
Rappers just as real as your bitches makе up
If I said it then I meant it, mothafucka!
What’s up?
UAV live and die by this shit
I’m a 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!
[Verse 2: SCHIZO]
Everyday I wake up in a world
I'm 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 it's anatomy
It's 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

[Verse 3: VAGUE]
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 I'ma do this
Your body decays
And made into a corpse
I'm surrounded by the demons
Always askin' for the source
Yeah
I'ma 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 a 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