Crushin everything
To give it up, it's just a crutch
And you burnin thru your life
It's Like you ridin on the clutch
No sleep, no dreams
You'll be dead in a week
Just another f*cken body
Got the maggots In your sheets
Try to learn from the struggle
And you try just to grow
Cause the life that is comin
Is the life that is known
All that thought that is weak
In the mind of a glass house
You gotta take the risk
It's shown if you find doubt
All the little bits
It's cause the world is playin tricks
Try drawin up your nine
Cause your friend about a flip
All shake, no faith
Never cared for the praise
And we findin all the chatter
UAV on the chase
T.R.I.P. is gonna get mental on the beat
I'll take 'em to the slaughterhouse
I'll slice and dice 'em
If they want to run their f*cking mouth
UAV ain't missin
Got them red beams pointed at the crowd
Going on a massacre
So make sure to pull them cameras out
Purgatory Pimpin, I'm pumpin the slugs
All these pussies are just puppets
Thats showin no love
Ridin round I got a tantrum, I'm f*ckin 'em up
Got them twin glocks on me
Turnin bustas into crumbs
Yea, I'm Dancing with the devil
Yo bitch is tasting my barrel
Don't be f*ckin with the reaper
I'll leave you bloody apparel
Coming out the tomb
Always on the move
Middle fingers to my enemies, that's f*ckin up my mood
I'll slide on any bitch
Scorpion on me dumping clips
Making bodies disappear
Bitch call that shit a magic trick
Night stalking, Im putting bodies inside of coffins
Everybody a snake, leaving me no other option
Bringing mothaf*ckas more nightmares than Wes Craven
If there's one thing that I learned from this game
Is stay patient, either way they gonna hate
On my way to the bank
I grab my mask and sawed off shotty to put it in yo face
I lay 'em down like the mothaf*ckin corpses in the grave
Ain't no saving me, I see death staring right into my face
Fighting with the demons, trying take my soul away
Time will only tell, till I'm fed up bring the renegade
All them killins are repetitive
Usin blood in my sedative
And grab a daily dose of my medicine
I'm the specimen
Walking over dead bodies
Like I've f*cken seen it all
Feel the f*cken stabbin in my eyes
Now Im seein far away
Will I ever get a f*cken break?
Play
On the f*cken minds of my prey
Aye
You need to hear what I gotta say
Chase
Off all the problems that I face
Wes Craven Video (MV)
Performed By: Unaverage Gang
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Theo Autreeve, Beau Holland, Angel Cabrera
Unaverage Gang - Wes Craven Lyrics
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Crushin everything
To give it up, it's just a crutch
And you burnin thru your life
It's Like you ridin on the clutch
No sleep, no dreams
You'll be dead in a week
Just another f*cken body
Got the maggots In your sheets
Try to learn from the struggle
And you try just to grow
Cause the life that is comin
Is the life that is known
All that thought that is weak
In the mind of a glass house
You gotta take the risk
It's shown if you find doubt
All the little bits
It's cause the world is playin tricks
Try drawin up your nine
Cause your friend about a flip
All shake, no faith
Never cared for the praise
And we findin all the chatter
UAV on the chase
T.R.I.P. is gonna get mental on the beat
I'll take 'em to the slaughterhouse
I'll slice and dice 'em
If they want to run their f*cking mouth
UAV ain't missin
Got them red beams pointed at the crowd
Going on a massacre
So make sure to pull them cameras out
Purgatory Pimpin, I'm pumpin the slugs
All these pussies are just puppets
Thats showin no love
Ridin round I got a tantrum, I'm f*ckin 'em up
Got them twin glocks on me
Turnin bustas into crumbs
Yea, I'm Dancing with the devil
Yo bitch is tasting my barrel
Don't be f*ckin with the reaper
I'll leave you bloody apparel
Coming out the tomb
Always on the move
Middle fingers to my enemies, that's f*ckin up my mood
I'll slide on any bitch
Scorpion on me dumping clips
Making bodies disappear
Bitch call that shit a magic trick
Night stalking, Im putting bodies inside of coffins
Everybody a snake, leaving me no other option
Bringing mothaf*ckas more nightmares than Wes Craven
If there's one thing that I learned from this game
Is stay patient, either way they gonna hate
On my way to the bank
I grab my mask and sawed off shotty to put it in yo face
I lay 'em down like the mothaf*ckin corpses in the grave
Ain't no saving me, I see death staring right into my face
Fighting with the demons, trying take my soul away
Time will only tell, till I'm fed up bring the renegade
All them killins are repetitive
Usin blood in my sedative
And grab a daily dose of my medicine
I'm the specimen
Walking over dead bodies
Like I've f*cken seen it all
Feel the f*cken stabbin in my eyes
Now Im seein far away
Will I ever get a f*cken break?
Play
On the f*cken minds of my prey
Aye
You need to hear what I gotta say
Chase
Off all the problems that I face
To give it up, it's just a crutch
And you burnin thru your life
It's Like you ridin on the clutch
No sleep, no dreams
You'll be dead in a week
Just another f*cken body
Got the maggots In your sheets
Try to learn from the struggle
And you try just to grow
Cause the life that is comin
Is the life that is known
All that thought that is weak
In the mind of a glass house
You gotta take the risk
It's shown if you find doubt
All the little bits
It's cause the world is playin tricks
Try drawin up your nine
Cause your friend about a flip
All shake, no faith
Never cared for the praise
And we findin all the chatter
UAV on the chase
T.R.I.P. is gonna get mental on the beat
I'll take 'em to the slaughterhouse
I'll slice and dice 'em
If they want to run their f*cking mouth
UAV ain't missin
Got them red beams pointed at the crowd
Going on a massacre
So make sure to pull them cameras out
Purgatory Pimpin, I'm pumpin the slugs
All these pussies are just puppets
Thats showin no love
Ridin round I got a tantrum, I'm f*ckin 'em up
Got them twin glocks on me
Turnin bustas into crumbs
Yea, I'm Dancing with the devil
Yo bitch is tasting my barrel
Don't be f*ckin with the reaper
I'll leave you bloody apparel
Coming out the tomb
Always on the move
Middle fingers to my enemies, that's f*ckin up my mood
I'll slide on any bitch
Scorpion on me dumping clips
Making bodies disappear
Bitch call that shit a magic trick
Night stalking, Im putting bodies inside of coffins
Everybody a snake, leaving me no other option
Bringing mothaf*ckas more nightmares than Wes Craven
If there's one thing that I learned from this game
Is stay patient, either way they gonna hate
On my way to the bank
I grab my mask and sawed off shotty to put it in yo face
I lay 'em down like the mothaf*ckin corpses in the grave
Ain't no saving me, I see death staring right into my face
Fighting with the demons, trying take my soul away
Time will only tell, till I'm fed up bring the renegade
All them killins are repetitive
Usin blood in my sedative
And grab a daily dose of my medicine
I'm the specimen
Walking over dead bodies
Like I've f*cken seen it all
Feel the f*cken stabbin in my eyes
Now Im seein far away
Will I ever get a f*cken break?
Play
On the f*cken minds of my prey
Aye
You need to hear what I gotta say
Chase
Off all the problems that I face
Writer: Theo Autreeve, Beau Holland, Angel Cabrera
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid