Season of the Sick ft. Schizo Lyrics

No Bible

I've been bad from the beginning

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 sheeps

I'm a fucking hound

And we devour all the weakest links

We don't fuck with trends

I'm sayin fuck you to the industry

We comin with that devil shit

A triple sixin 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 with

This the devils playground

So buckle up hoe

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 gone gut you up

And eat yo fucking spleen

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

Yea, 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 thru my fucken 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