Dusk To Dawn

I Pull up in the foreign whip 
Chop sticks with them hallow tips
Walking out the coffin
UcV came up from nothing bitch 
These rappers on some pussy shit
clways talking out they lips 
Grippin on my my Glock
Send a shot through your fucking ribs 
Young T.R.I.P. creeping out the fuckin catacombs
Fuckin with my gang
I leave yo ass with a bunch of shattered bones 
Send these mothafuckas home with a bullet in they dome 
Born straight out the pits
Fuck a bitch do not hit my phone 
I'm a bad mothafucka with an attitude
Quick to trip
I should call that shit a murder mood 
Never needed a punk bitch to repost my shit 
Got out the fuckin mud
So please hop off my Dick 
Call me Ghost face the way I'm inside your bitch guts
Underground is oversaturated
Bunch of fake fucks 
Rappers just as real as your bitches make up
If I said it then I meant it mothafucka
What's up 
UcV live and die by this shit 
I'm dead man walking out the crypt 
Blood drippin from the rocks on my wrist 
Devil handed me my Glock
Blow the brains out a bitch

Everyday wake up in a world
Im 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
cnd hang ‘em by they feet
cnd 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 cntichrist 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 its anatomy 
Its UcV militia triple sixin devil on our side
cnd if these bitches 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 

Yeah
Crossin blood
In the deep depths
They don't make it there
Find a cross
cnd you keep bitchin
Cause it isn't fair
cnd even if you got one
It's gonna make a pair
Includin Schizo
Triple Sixes
Yeah we're here to scare
Fuck it, you note it
I throw down, you notice
It doesn't matter what you gonna do
But Ima do this
Your body decays
cnd made into a corpse
Im surrounded by the demons
clways askin for the source
Yeah
Ima be the one to end the fakes
cnd 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 trace
Keep on fuckin with the hounds
Shit 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