[Intro: T.R.I.P.]
Ossaya
Woof

[Chorus: T.R.I.P.]
Straight from the underworld, comin' for the underground (Woof)
Motherfuckers better watch out for them hell hounds (Woof)
UNAVERAGE be the motherfucking gang that you all doubt (Woof)
Risen out the purgatory, all you bitches done now (Woof)
Straight from the underworld, comin' for the underground (Woof)
Motherfuckers better watch out for them hell hounds (Woof)
UNAVERAGE be the motherfucking gang that you all doubt (Woof)
Risen out the purgatory, all you bitches done now

[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]
Death is your minimal punishment
Boy you better recognize who you fuckin' 'round with
Only fought a couple times, I never busted any crimes
But that don’t mean I won’t put you in the coffin
Walkin' 'round with a noose, or a fuckin' .22
When I see your ass in person get to poppin'
I can’t stand a fucking artist who can’t get it on their own
Taking handouts like a bum who is jobless
Clickity-clock with the Glock did you get popped?
When it’s crunch time bet you all run off
Fifty-fifty chance that you rats all gon' get chopped
Playing all these bitches like an avatar
Yeah it’s 50k for a verse or a punchline
'Cause without you, we doing this shit just fine
See we learned a lot of things from this shitty generation
Everything is 'bout an image for some fuckin' recognition
Wait, I think that I’m saying shit's hitting they soft spot
The reason they can’t stand the truth, 'cause they’re all dropped
Fuck what they think 'cause I promise, I won’t stop
The wolf that is climbing the hill is already on top
[Chorus: T.R.I.P.]
Straight from the underworld, comin' for the underground (Woof)
Motherfuckers better watch out for them hell hounds (Woof)
UNAVERAGE be the motherfucking gang that you all doubt (Woof)
Risen out the purgatory, all you bitches done now (Woof)
Straight from the underworld, comin' for the underground (Woof)
Motherfuckers better watch out for them hell hounds (Woof)
UNAVERAGE be the motherfucking gang that you all doubt (Woof)
Risen out the purgatory, all you bitches done now

[Verse 2: Vague]
Everybody dissin' and missin' my fuckin' punch line
Hatin' on my elements, never willing top mine
Bunch of little bitches in the back, but we front line
Put me to the test and fuck your challenge, make it all mine
Can’t believe this shit so crazy
Might as well just drive Miss Daisy
Why do y’all just plain start hatin'?
Y’all just mad 'cause we in your bitch playlist
Shots went off did you hear that sound?
One went missin', the other one found
One chopped up, put the other in the ground
If you fuckin' with the gang, means you fuckin' with the hounds
Have you heard, shootin' at my vessel won’t work
I think you really fuckin' miss-heard, death doesn’t really occur
Disturbed in your conscience as you watch the fuckin' underworld turn
[Outro]
Hey guys you sound like $B, you should really hit ’em up do a feature for free
Nah bitch, this be that UAV
Fuckin' sick of you bitches thinkin' they runnin' the scene
But guys, I'm really thinkin' that you should
If you ever got chance do you think you would?
Honestly, you really must of misunderstood
We only fuckin' with the sound from the hounds in the woods