Dusk to Dawn - Schizo

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 fake fucks

Rappers just as real as your bitches make 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!

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

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