UNAVERAGE GANG - NECROPOLIS (feat. SCHIZO) (Official Music Video)

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[T.R.I.P.]

Burning bodies, you alive
I do the opposite
Schizo in the back
We heading down to the Necropolis
Three-headed Cerberus, we need to see a psychologist
Pissin’ on your grave, I fill it up like a urologist
Wait, we running it back
Fucking the game up, I don’t wanna cap
Summon the demon, I chop ‘em in half
Coming around, and I step on the gas, uh
Out the gates, we’re mistaken for the sons of Satan
Back in business with all ya'll favorite collaboration
Slugs making ‘em float
Like a motherfuckin’ poltergeist,
Eyes rolling back
Got me feeling like the antichrist.
UAV causing a genocide, if you want it
Come and get it, pussy boy, go and cross the line

[SCHIZO]

Schizo’s coming back
Putting nails inside the coffin
I’m caustic, malicious, like the devil
Bitch, take caution
Taking bodies
Wrap ‘em up inside the cellophane
My mind’s fuckin’ cuckoo
Just oopsied on some benzocaine
Into pain, split your dome
Ease the knife between your brain
Worse than every demon
Even evil can’t receive the blame
I am the apocalypse, I’m like apocalyptico
Except I disembody anybody tryna seize my throne
I’m sinister, you know that
Get evil when I need to eat ya ego up
Decay from the inside
Then possess ya like a demon does
Psychotically ironic that I talk like a psychologist
But then I flip the switch and stick it in your esophagus

[VAGUE]

Goodbye
Last thing I said while ending your life
Always on the edge, what a waste of my time
Blood pouring down on my fuckin’ red eyes
Shut your fuckin’ mouth
Cause I’ll switch it out
You a loss for words
Like you passed out
But that’s not the right route
Calling me grave, I’ll put ‘em away
It’s not the right crowd
They building a case, Not leaving a trace
Find me in the shadows
And you’ll finally get a taste
Wolf pack tappin’ in and grabbing your soul
I’ma find you fuckin’ lackin’
Hand you off to Schizo
He’s sending a message on the skin
While he’s bashing your skull
And leave your body to rot
So that the maggots can grow, hoe