WOLF CREEK PART III UNAVERAGE GANG (Ft. SCHIZX)

[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]
Fuckin’ with my killas
We all strapped up like some outlaws
Pull up to yo’ crib, fast as fuck, like a NASCAR
Break the law, kill 'em all
Break your mothafuckin’ 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 niggas 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
Bitch, I’m T.R.I.P
Wicked sick, so fuckin’ 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 mothafuckin’ addict
Bitch you fuckin’ with the reaper
Taking souls out as I’m laughing