[Verse 1: Angel Of Death]
Feelin like king Leonidas
runnin with the shield strapped onto my back,
puttin the spear through anybody dome piece if u fuckin around wit my pack
You been Eliminated from the greatness while I got my foot stuck up on the gas
Run from the devil he's chasing me follow my shadow to show me the light
Thinkin that I am the one with the problem I'm plottin the homicide live in the night
and the devil has givin the guidance of takin a life to decide if you pickin his side
Ready to ride if you dying tonight when I come at midnight so you better not hide
Fuck up yo frame if you mess with my life, I'm not playing no games bitch I'm runnin heist
Emotions risin to the surface, you living your life with no purpose
Bustin out rounds like a Circus, murder on my mind and I'm still not nervous
Yeah
Poppin them pills cause you thinkin you thinkin you trill, I'm feelin like Zeke i'm runnin the field
Love for the hatred I go for the kill, chop up yo body then throw you to hell
Been with a real one I'll never forget
Studio breaking a sweat, workin everyday barely gettin a check, hearing the pain comin straight from my chest
Think about my life when I swerve, they been hoping that I'm just hitting the curb
Holding hell's gates where I know you'll burn, escape from the demons I'm freeing the curse
Bitch

[Verse 2: Vague]
Slitten your wrist now your restin in piss all these bitches they thinkin that we are the shit
Hearin the wolfs that are howlin, growlin
Hearin the sound of the beast
we sacrificin the sheep and they ready to feast, and they tiein the noose take me off of my feet
Ive been feelin the afterlife comin for me
and to see the alternative givin to me
But it's not that easy
Sickin the Hounds on the weak, and they drinkin the blood so that you cannot speak
Creep and discreet and I'm usin the sheet, to be putting your body up onto the street
I will not give a fuck when I go
Hoping to makin a statement at all of my shows, UNAVERAGE gang is the family and will never gonna fold