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

U N Λ V E R Λ G E G Λ N G If you wanna show us some love, and get updates on new material follow us on our social media below! 𝐖 𝐄 𝐁 𝐒 𝐈 𝐓 𝐄 𝐒 𝐏 𝐎 𝐓 𝐈 𝐅 𝐘 𝐒 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐃 𝐂 𝐋 𝐎 𝐔 𝐃 𝐓 𝐖 𝐈 𝐓 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐅 𝐀 𝐂 𝐄 𝐁 𝐎 𝐎 𝐊 𝐈 𝐍 𝐒 𝐓 𝐀 𝐆 𝐑 𝐀 𝐌 𝐕 𝐊 𝐏 𝐑 𝐎 𝐃 𝐔 𝐂 𝐄 𝐑 @zyllerbeats 𝐋 𝐘 𝐑 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒 [.] 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