[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]
f*ckin’ with my killas
We all strapped up like some outlaws
Pull up to yo’ crib, fast as f*ck, like a NASCAR
Break the law, kill 'em all
Break your mothaf*ckin’ jaw
Tortures what I bring into this game
I give it to 'em raw
Sliding through 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 y’all n*ggas 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 skеletons inside my closet from thеm decomposing
b*tch, I’m T.R.I.P
Wicked sick, so f*ckin’ 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 mothaf*ckin’ addict
b*tch you f*ckin’ with the reaper
Taking souls out as I’m laughing
[Verse 2: VAGUE]
Can you hear the f*ckin’ 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 f*ckin’ with the same sh*t
So call it hate
And I’m goin' through the gate
So you can try to label
All that talk
From a broke b*tch
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 a minute
So what the f*ck can you provide?
It’s just another demon
Locked down and trapped up inside
You say, “It’s hard to find”
But that pus*y sh*t don’t apply
Don’t be comin’ at me
Puttin’ all that sh*t to the side
And all that bottled up anger
Droppin’ blood and flies
This sh*t’s a massacre
Hidin’ in a crowd of hurt, yeah
I know I’m not the first
I may seem asleep
But I stay alert
[Verse 3: 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 I was lookin’ back
I’m seein’ bodies on the on the kitchen stove
Smellin’ all their flesh and seein’ bodies in the livin' room
I don’t know 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 sh*t?”
Everybody's dead
So I still question who the victim is
I’m pretty comprehensive
I don’t understand what made me flip
But still can’t comprehend, the reasons why I always f*ckin’ switch
Hellcat in my hands. I check the mag it had an empty clip
Shells around the bodies like a scene inside a haunted crypt
Why am I so crazy? That’s the sh*t that I don’t understand
But multi-personality would justify the way I am
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