Wes Craven Lyrics

Wes Craven - Unaverage Gang

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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 fucken 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 fucking 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 fuckin '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 fuckin with the reaper

I'll leave you bloody apparel

Coming out the tomb

Always on the move

Middle fingers to my enemies, that's fuckin 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 mothafuckas 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 mothafuckin 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 fucken seen it all

Feel the fucken stabbin in my eyes

Now Im seein far away

Will I ever get a fucken break?

Play

On the fucken minds of my prey

Aye

You need to hear what I gotta say

Chase

Off all the problems that I face

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