UNAVERAGE GANG - WOLF CREEK PART III (Feat. SCHIZO) (Official Music Video)
Channel: UNAVERAGE GANG
Date: 2023-05-12

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[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