Lyrics

Straight from the underworld, coming for the underground Mothafuckaz better watch out for dem hell houndz UNAVERAGE be the mothafuckin gang that you all doubt Risen out the purgatory all you bitches done now Straight from the underworld, coming for the underground Mothafuckaz better watch out for dem hell houndz UNAVERAGE be the mothafuckin gang that you all doubt Risen out the purgatory all you bitches done now Death is your minimal punishment Boy you better recognize who you fuckn round with Only fought a couple times I never busted any crimes but that don't mean, I won't put you in the coffin Walk-in round with a noose, or a fuckin 22, when I see your ass in person get to poppin I can't stand a fuckin' artist who can't get it on their own Taking handouts like a bum who is jobless Clickity clock with the Glock did you get popped? When it's crunch time bet you all run off! Fifty fifty chance that you rats all gon get chopped Playing all these bitches like an avatar Yea it's 50k for a verse or a punchline Cause without you we doing this shit just fine See we learned a lot of things from this shitty generation Everything is bout an image for some fuckin recognition Ouuu, wait I think that I'm saying shit hitting they soft spot Ou, aye The reason they can't stand the truth, cuz they're all dropped Aye Fuck what they think 'cause I promise, I won't stop Aye The wolf that is climbing the hill is already on top Straight from the underworld, coming for the underground Mothafuckaz better watch out for dem hell houndz UNAVERAGE be the mothafuckin gang that you all doubt Risen out the purgatory all you bitches done now Straight from the underworld, coming for the underground Mothafuckaz better watch out for dem hell houndz UNAVERAGE be the mothafuckin gang that you all doubt Risen out the purgatory all you bitches done now Everybody dissin and missin my fucken punch line Hatin on my elements, never willing top mine Bunch a little bitches in the back, but we front line Put me to the test and fuck yo challenge, make it all mine Can't believe this shit so crazy Might as well just drive miss daisy Why do y'all just plain start hatin? Y'all just mad cause we in your bitch playlist Shots went off did you hear that sound? One went missin, the other one found One chopped up, put the other in the ground If you fucken with the gang, means you fucken with the hounds Have you heard? Shootin at my vessel won't work I think you really fucken missheard Death doesn't really occur Disturbed in your conscience as you watch the fucken underworld turn "Hey guys you sound like $B You should really hit'em up do a feature for free" Nah bitch this be that UAV Fucken sick of you bitches thinkin they runnin the scene "But guys i'm really thinkin' that you should If you ever got chance do you think you would?" Honestly, you really must have misunderstood We only fucken with the sound from the hounds in the woods
Writer(s): Beau Holland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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