NECROPOLIS UNAVERAGE GANG (Ft. Schizo)

[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]

Burning bodies, you alive
I do the opposite
Schizo in the back
We heading down to the Necropolis
Three-headed Cerberus, we need to see a psychologist
Pissin' on your grave, I fill it up like a urologist
Wait, we running it back
Fucking the game up, I don’t wanna cap
Summon the demon, I chop ‘em in half
Coming around, and I step on the gas, uh
Out the gates, we're mistaken for the sons of Satan
Back in business with all y'all favorite collaboration
Slugs making ‘em float
Like a motherfuckin’ poltergeist
Eyes rolling back
Got me feeling like the antichrist
UAV causing a genocidе, if you want it
Come and get it, pussy boy, go and cross the linе

[Verse 2: SCHIZO]

Schizo's coming back
Putting nails inside the coffin
I'm caustic, malicious, like the devil
Bitch, take caution
I'm taking bodies
Wrap ‘em up inside the cellophane
My mind's fuckin' cuckoo
I just oopsied on some benzocaine
Into pain, split your dome
Ease the knife between your brain
Worse than every demon
Even evil can't receive the blame
I am the apocalypse, I'm like apocalyptico
Except I disembody anybody tryna seize my throne
I’m sinister, you know that
I get evil when I need to eat ya ego up
Decay from the inside
Then possess ya like a demon does
Psychotically ironic that I talk like a psychologist
But then I flip the switch and stick it in your esophagus