[Verse 1: SCHIZO]
Black bags, skull mask,s let bodies hit floor
Tonight, I fuckin' murder send them bodies to the morgue
Bodies burn vision blurs cut the lights I like my world black
Bad decisions ya I’m drivin' love sounds of them head crack, crack aye
12 to the face I'ma call it Cobain, facts aye kill some motherfuckas meet back at the grave
Ya aye
It’s battle homeboy came stat with the gang, ya aye
VAGUE and Yung T.R.I.P. let the hounds off the chain

[Verse 2: T.R.I.P.]
Go to the coupe yea gather all my troops yea
Flame thrower when shoot yea burn you off on that noose yea
Posted in the cemetery, hanging mothafuckas if you coming near by
Swerving off as the bullets fly, and I can't decide if I should use my knife
Oh my, why lie, I came out to play just to fuckin die
Hi... it's UAV GANG with a homicide, fuck you up and let world burn
Untouched but my souls cursed
Trip 6 in that black hearse
Pulled up with gats in pinhead shirt

[Verse 3: VAGUE]
Lights out from that one shot, I see 10 dead and got no thoughts
The smell of rot seeks no cops, your hope is lost and we are swat
You will fucken die
Body count risin', due to the game
Rise the pit of fire
Never gonna make it, stain on the blade
You can't escape death
Nobody to here to help, so choke on the tape
So take your last breath
Family watch the murder, I'm sick no debate
Whatcha bout to do just before you die?
Just drop to your knees, slowly cry