DUSK TO DAWN lyrics

[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]
I pull up in the foreign whip
Chop sticks with them hallow tips
Walking out the coffin
UAV came up from nothing b*tch
These rappers on some pus*y sh*t
Always talking out they lips
Grippin' on my my Glock
Send a shot through your f*cking ribs
Young T.R.I.P. creeping out the f*ckin' catacombs
f*ckin' with my gang
I leave yo' ass with a bunch of shattered bones
Send these mothaf*ckas home with a bullet in they dome
Born straight out the pits
f*ck a b*tch, do not hit my phone
I’m a bad mothaf*cka with an attitude
Quick to trip
I should call that sh*t a murder mood
Never needed a punk b*tch to repost my sh*t
Got out the f*ckin' mud
So, please, hop off my di*k
Call me Ghost face the way I’m inside your b*tch guts
Underground is oversaturated
Bunch of fakе f*cks
Rappers just as real as your b*tches makе up
If I said it then I meant it, mothaf*cka!
What’s up?
UAV live and die by this sh*t
I’m a dead man walking out the crypt
Blood drippin' from the rocks on my wrist
Devil handed me my Glock
Blow the brains out a b*tch!
[Verse 2: SCHIZO]
Everyday I wake up in a world
I'm feelin' lost in
Wake up same routine
’Cause Uncle Sam wants you exhausted
The broke feel like they broken with yo' hands inside they pockets
Preachin' 'bout our freedom, damn, this country really lost it
Lost it, lost in
Stuck inside this coffin
I get schizophrenic, wanna nail ‘em to a cross
And hang ‘em by they feet
And take they heads right off ’em
Put ‘em in the crypt and watch the demons all blossom
Livin' in this hell and I keep demons really close to me
I’m not afraid of burnin' Antichrist resides inside of me
Put me in the oven comin' out and that’s undoubtedly
Then I’ll rip you open eat your bowls say it's anatomy
It's UAV militia triple sixin' devil on our side
And if these b*tches dissin' we gon' catch the triple homicide
I’m done with all you askin' this is what you wanted out me
Now Schizo really trippin' got the reaper seeping out of me

[Verse 3: VAGUE]
Yeah
Crossin' blood
In the deep depths
They don’t make it there
Find a cross
And you keep b*tchin'
’Cause it isn’t fair
And even if you got one
It’s gonna make a pair
Includin' Schizo
Triple Sixes
Yeah, we’re here to scare
f*ck it, you note it
I throw down, you notice
It doesn’t matter what you gonna do
But I'ma do this
Your body decays
And made into a corpse
I'm surrounded by the demons
Always askin' for the source
Yeah
I'ma be the one to end the fakes
And if you really wanna talk
Grab the interface
Smack ya lights out
Just so you can have a taste
There ain’t gon' be nothin' left
So it doesn’t leave it a trace
Keep on f*ckin' with the hounds
sh*t is comin' around
Put some tape around your mouth
They can’t hear a sound
You can keep on movin'
But you’ll end up in the ground
Layin' with the snakes
With maggots crawling out ya face