"Welcome To Hell" lyrics
Welcome to the mothafuckin' Devil's place
Bitches die when I hear 'em say we sound the same
Bodies pile all the way to the Devil's gates
Think we copy fuckin' artist but mothafucka, we ain't the same
Welcome to the mothafuckin' Devil's place
Bitches die when I hear 'em say we sound the same
Bodies pile all the way to the Devil's gates
Think we copy fuckin' artist but mothafucka, we ain't the same
1000 fuckin' corpses rottin' in my fuckin' den
Grab the lighter fluid, set a blaze for all the bitches I offend
Black masked murderers, I be the one to kill you first
UAV is my religion, praise the hounds and burn your church
Confidin in the devil cause UNAVERAGE is the serpent's vessel
See them red eyes open, now you see the face of evil
Shoutout to the bitches that are blinded from the truth
Middle fingers goin' up, we got two words, "Fuck you"
Nobody want a problem, bitch, I'll put you in a casket
Then I'm laughing at you bitches for the handouts you be asking
I don't mind too very often for helpin' some people out
You a stupid fuckin' pussy, begging asking for some clout
Shut yo' mouth lil' bitch, I'll pull up with a stick
Yo' momma fuckin' calling, screaming asking who you with?
You tell her, "It's the Gang", she say, "You acting strange"
'Cause Vague got the AK and it's pointed at yo' brain bitch
Welcome to the mothafuckin' Devil's place
Bitches die when I hear 'em say we sound the same
Bodies pile all the way to the Devil's gates
Think we copy fuckin' artist but mothafucka, we ain't the same
Welcome to the mothafuckin' Devil's place
Bitches die when I hear 'em say we sound the same
Bodies pile all the way to the Devil's gates
Think we copy fuckin' artist but mothafucka, we ain't the same
Bloody fangs, we sick the hounds on 'em
It's the UAV GANG, we don't bang, we just kill on 'em
Yeah, aye, we just kill on 'em
Put 'em in the coffin, let the bullets fuckin rain on 'em
Bloody fangs, we sick the hounds on 'em
It's the UAV GANG, we don't bang, we just kill on 'em
Yeah, aye, we just kill on 'em
Put 'em in the coffin, let the bullets fuckin rain on 'em
Bitches die when I hear 'em say we sound the same
Bodies pile all the way to the Devil's gates
Think we copy fuckin' artist but mothafucka, we ain't the same
Welcome to the mothafuckin' Devil's place
Bitches die when I hear 'em say we sound the same
Bodies pile all the way to the Devil's gates
Think we copy fuckin' artist but mothafucka, we ain't the same
1000 fuckin' corpses rottin' in my fuckin' den
Grab the lighter fluid, set a blaze for all the bitches I offend
Black masked murderers, I be the one to kill you first
UAV is my religion, praise the hounds and burn your church
Confidin in the devil cause UNAVERAGE is the serpent's vessel
See them red eyes open, now you see the face of evil
Shoutout to the bitches that are blinded from the truth
Middle fingers goin' up, we got two words, "Fuck you"
Nobody want a problem, bitch, I'll put you in a casket
Then I'm laughing at you bitches for the handouts you be asking
I don't mind too very often for helpin' some people out
You a stupid fuckin' pussy, begging asking for some clout
Shut yo' mouth lil' bitch, I'll pull up with a stick
Yo' momma fuckin' calling, screaming asking who you with?
You tell her, "It's the Gang", she say, "You acting strange"
'Cause Vague got the AK and it's pointed at yo' brain bitch
Welcome to the mothafuckin' Devil's place
Bitches die when I hear 'em say we sound the same
Bodies pile all the way to the Devil's gates
Think we copy fuckin' artist but mothafucka, we ain't the same
Welcome to the mothafuckin' Devil's place
Bitches die when I hear 'em say we sound the same
Bodies pile all the way to the Devil's gates
Think we copy fuckin' artist but mothafucka, we ain't the same
Bloody fangs, we sick the hounds on 'em
It's the UAV GANG, we don't bang, we just kill on 'em
Yeah, aye, we just kill on 'em
Put 'em in the coffin, let the bullets fuckin rain on 'em
Bloody fangs, we sick the hounds on 'em
It's the UAV GANG, we don't bang, we just kill on 'em
Yeah, aye, we just kill on 'em
Put 'em in the coffin, let the bullets fuckin rain on 'em
Writer(s): Beau Holland, ángel Cabrera
