Black bags, skull mask, s let bodies hit floor Tonight, I fuckin' murder send them bodies to the morgue Bodies burn vision blurs cut the lights I like my world black Bad decisions ya I'm drivin' love sounds of them head crack, crack aye 12 to the face I'ma call it Cobain, facts aye kill some motherfuckas meet back at the grave Ya aye It's battle homeboy came stat with the gang, ya aye VAGUE and Yung T.R.I.P. let the hounds off the chain Go to the coupe yea gather all my troops yea Flame thrower when shoot yea burn you off on that noose yea Posted in the cemetery, hanging mothafuckas if you coming near by Swerving off as the bullets fly, and I can't decide if I should use my knife Oh my, why lie, I came out to play just to fuckin die Hi... it's UAV GANG with a homicide, fuck you up and let world burn Untouched but my souls cursed Trip 6 in that black hearse Pulled up with gats in pinhead shirt Lights out from that one shot, I see 10 dead and got no thoughts The smell of rot seeks no cops, your hope is lost and we are swat You will fucken die Body count risin', due to the game Rise the pit of fire Never gonna make it, stain on the blade You can't escape death Nobody to here to help, so choke on the tape So take your last breath Family watch the murder, I'm sick no debate Whatcha bout to do just before you die? Just drop to your knees, slowly cry