Wolf Creek Pt. III ft. Schizo Lyrics

Fuckin with my killas

We all strapped up like some outlaws

Pull up to yo crib, fast as fuck like a nascar

Break the law, kill 'em all

Break your mothafuckin jaw

Tortures what I bring into this game

I give it to 'em raw

Sliding thru with Schizo

We murder we getting detrimental

Coming right out of the cemetery

Test me I get temperamental

Step up to my plate

I promise yall niggas not on my level

I grab the shovel bash your brains out

All praise to the devil

I got the .357

I'm locked and loaded

I keep skeletons inside my closet from them decomposing

Bitch I'm T.R.I.P.

Wicked sick so fuckin unpredictive

I grab my Glock send a shot

Collect another victim

Creepin out the shadows

I'm crawling out of your attic

Sneak up you when you sleeping

My thoughts are getting erratic

Taking all these bodies call me a mothafuckin addict

Bitch you Fuckin the reaper

Taking souls out as I'm laughing

Wait

Can you hear the fucken static?

Call em' out

I'm bout to bring a panic

And it's not by choice

But my guns are semi automatic

I push limits, i'm findin demons

I call it fate

Cause I ain't fucken with the same shit

So call it hate

And I'm goin thru the gate

So you can try to label

All that talk

From a broke bitch

But I'm stable

Your body missin

And It's not my jurisdiction

This is real life

Livin out your days like

It's fiction

And ever since

I've been try to make it my mission

My mind goes a mile minute

So what the fuck can you provide?

It's just another demon

Locked down and trapped up inside

You say "It's hard to find"

But that pussy shit don't apply

Don't be comin at me

Puttin all that shit to the side

And all that bottled up anger

Droppin blood and flies

This shits a massacre

Hidin in a crowd of hurt

Yeah

I know I'm not the first

I may seem asleep

But I stay alert

I woke up and had a Kershaw in my abdomen

I was leakin blood all on the curb containin pathogens

Got up on my knees

I crawled my way to where the bathroom is

Started coughin blood

It felt like I was coughin javelins

While ill was lookin back

I'm seein bodies on the on the kitchen stove

Smellin all there flesh and seein bodies in the livin room

I don't what happened

So I hid inside the closet

Shocked in my confusion

Started diggin in my pockets

Then I found a note that said, "you know who really did this shit"

Everybodies dead

So I still question who the victim is

I'm pretty comprehensive

I dont understand what made me flip

But still can't comprehend, the reasons why I always fuckin switch

Hellcat in my hands I check the mag it had an empty clip

Shells around the bodies like a scene inside an haunted crypt

Why I am so crazy that's the shit that I don't understand

But multi personality would justify the way I am