Unholy

[Chorus:] Welcome to hell Welcome to fail The battle, the track murder, kill, kill, kill With the gangs USA We all day Gettin killed [?] We unholy The belly of the beast get real [?] In the gutter, the slums, let it kill With the gangs USA We all day Gettin killed [?] We unholy [Verse 1:] We in the belly, no hype on the camera Planet of the apes, no amateurs Neva been a fan a them Police stay Yellow tape the parameters Mop up the screen, no janitor Sinister, grill on the bar heads still Cause the block's gettin real Murder kill, kill, kill Unholy [?] Better kiss Rosey [?] Soldiers of Beyond Creek [?] Nothin on the real hood story Ya’ll be [?] thuggin [?] The middle east Any ghetto USA, where they do spray And p-pune on the [?] all day Welcome hell where the devil dwell And it never end up well Rap still kill [?] [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Yea you unholy I throw my guns slowly Your son owe me then don run the rolly Where I’m from we run from the police Screamin no peace, in the low east Where niggas go beast Rockin the low fleece Then go to east to the parkway Where killas park day 380s in the dark way Leavin ladies on the parkway From a dark place that make your heart race Just got away from an armed chase With guns in my guitar case Where I’m from you blast many guns Ask anyone, blast anyone I pass anyone They say you see your life flash when you’re done You in hell cause he got a blast mask when he come When he come he comin for that life I’m in the benz with the runnin lights Lights shinin like the son of christ It’s the comin of a crisis When shot from my gun devices Turn men into runnin mices [Chorus] [Verse 3:] What’s the jucks nigga bout that life Crown heist come about that ice It’s [?] season Night squeezing, black heavin So devilish Bulls eye direct hit, nigga I neva miss [?] on the beam, loco on your team I let it go and leave guns smoke on the scene, nigga Rusty axesaw Spaz on the track more Wanna meet you maker I’m gon give you what you ask for Face on the t-shirt, candles in the lobby Close casket way shots riddled you body, unholy The brook naw streets so ill The violent, the track murder, kill, kill, kill But still, the cops can’t control the back block Scenes lined up overnight for the crack spot, to open Cause they coppin them jays nigga Drums, dimes, nicks and trays nigga We out here [Chorus]