paroles de chanson Season of the Sick - Unaverage Gang feat. Schizo

No Bible
I've been bad from the beginnin'
Talkin' human sacrifices, only righteous way of livin'
It's the whole gang, hounds ride in a black hurst
Bodies in the back
We don't talk, pull the strap first
Y'all don't want the smoke with me

Talking for the weakest sheep
I'm a fuckin' hound
And we devour all the weakest links
We don't fuck with trends
I'm sayin' fuck you to the industry
We're comin' with that devil shit
A triple six in' trilogy

Season of the sick
This that wicked shit that is coming quick
Nine up on my hip
I unleash it, then I'm splitting wigs
I'm bringing terror
I don't give a fuck bitch who yo' wit'
This is the devil's playground
So buckle up, ho, we in this bitch

Open up your mind
And feel the presence of the mothafuckin' beast
When you cannot sleep
Just look up and then pray to UAV
We're the serpents and the creatures of land right underneath
Fuck you pussies, we gon' gut you up
And eat yo' fuckin'

Psych ward killa shit
You bustas know right where I'm at
I'm posted up in location 666 on the map
Fuck your feelings and fuck your homies
Yeah, it's like that
Hauling bodies in a hearse while we collecting tags

Feelin' like there's many minds on a stop
You thinkin' that your time is comin'
Homie, that's the plot
Sickness on the mental
All the patience it's a prob
And you try to kill the fiend
Remindin' you that I'm a god

Oh, shit
Devil risin' from the pit
Lookin' through my fuckin' eyes
Can you see this shit?
Stop, why do all the bitches wanna fold?
If you really wanna do it, then you might as well go

Or drop it
If I gave a fuck
Look at all the fakers now
Gotta really take some time to see who the homies now
Shotgun to the liars and the fakes
And I'm takin' off they mask
You can't hide behind the face
Hahaha