WOLF CREEK PART II (Feat. SCHIZO) UNAVERAGE GANG (Ft. SCHIZX)

[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]
Let’s not get it twisted
I’m mental and I’m wicked
I never need assistance turning bodies into liquids
Hands around your throat, squeeze your neck, air restricted
The key to bagging bodies in the game is my consistence
I’m a fuckin’ killa with the .9 inside your face
Burnin’ flesh for the fun I’m keeping murder in my veins
Fuckin’ with my demons but they tell me that the devil lies
Soul reside I’m deep inside of all hell fire
Jig with the saw I’m hound without a muzzle
You a dog on a leash, you a jig without a puzzlе
Caught a double homi but you know I killed a dozen
You will not find a body, Jеffrey Dahmer is my cousin

[Verse 2: SCHIZO]
When I was only six, I would always play with scissors
I’d only play the game when I can murder all my victims
Emphasis on six, I only fuck with triple digits
And if I miss the stick then I just pull the fuckin’ trigger
Legally insane, hallucinate these fuckin’ demons
They whisper evil thoughts, the darkness tells me I need treatment
They feed me fuckin’ pills, strap me up inside a box
So I don’t get the urge to fucken’ murder like I want
SCHIZO out the cell, but still been havin’ evil thoughts
Find a victim in a cross, take the skin and rip it off
I go off, and grab a hostage
I put a .12 to his head and blow it off ‘em