"Unaverage Homicide" lyrics
U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E
U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E
Fuck up out my way
I'll never chill in a grave
Let's try to talk about
The lames, cause it drives me insane
You got a feelin
That your mind is always trapped and enslaved
Look she forgot about bodies
Cause she trackin the fame
It only takes one look
I'm divin into hell in spite
Do you feel like you're dyin tonight?
Many of you
Never could ever pass the fright
So you hide down low
So you can wait out the fight
Veins always feelin like a great mistake
And everybody like to watch
Cause they hopin you fade
But then you crawling back and
Lookin for attention you crave
You forgot about the miles
That you put upon me
When my minds always spinnin
I've been lost in a cave
People wanna be friends
Just as long as it pays
Take a look at my face
Is it telling my ways?
Got a bottle full of liquor
For the final days
U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E
U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E
This Unaverage Homicide
Middle fingers to the sky
Load up all the magazines
Mothafuckas gonna die
Choppa loaded up
I'm spraying from the fuckin hip
I bet your bitch
Just want another dick
These hoes just make me sick
I'm craving violence tonight
Bitch it's on sight
I'm creeping up in the moonlight
You gon die
Unaverage Gang gonna bring back
That dark side
The devil told me to grip tight my 45
Mothafuckas switching up
Way before the fame
Gotta wake up go and get it
Everyday until the grave
Got no time for playing games
Tryin to make it with my gang
Pussy what you gonna say
When you see us on the stage?
Couple of demons out the crypt
Trying to hit a fuckin lick
Creeping around corner
Never a gave a fuck about a bitch
Pick 'em up and drop 'em in the coffin
For the fuck of it
Young T.R.I.P. from the crypt
Takin all they shit
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E
U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E
Fuck up out my way
I'll never chill in a grave
Let's try to talk about
The lames, cause it drives me insane
You got a feelin
That your mind is always trapped and enslaved
Look she forgot about bodies
Cause she trackin the fame
It only takes one look
I'm divin into hell in spite
Do you feel like you're dyin tonight?
Many of you
Never could ever pass the fright
So you hide down low
So you can wait out the fight
Veins always feelin like a great mistake
And everybody like to watch
Cause they hopin you fade
But then you crawling back and
Lookin for attention you crave
You forgot about the miles
That you put upon me
When my minds always spinnin
I've been lost in a cave
People wanna be friends
Just as long as it pays
Take a look at my face
Is it telling my ways?
Got a bottle full of liquor
For the final days
U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E
U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E
This Unaverage Homicide
Middle fingers to the sky
Load up all the magazines
Mothafuckas gonna die
Choppa loaded up
I'm spraying from the fuckin hip
I bet your bitch
Just want another dick
These hoes just make me sick
I'm craving violence tonight
Bitch it's on sight
I'm creeping up in the moonlight
You gon die
Unaverage Gang gonna bring back
That dark side
The devil told me to grip tight my 45
Mothafuckas switching up
Way before the fame
Gotta wake up go and get it
Everyday until the grave
Got no time for playing games
Tryin to make it with my gang
Pussy what you gonna say
When you see us on the stage?
Couple of demons out the crypt
Trying to hit a fuckin lick
Creeping around corner
Never a gave a fuck about a bitch
Pick 'em up and drop 'em in the coffin
For the fuck of it
Young T.R.I.P. from the crypt
Takin all they shit
