rusty chains

kickin it with my homie scoob it's half past 4

he rollin a blunt and i'm sittin there thinkin about how life gets old

sometimes all i really wanna do is dissappear in a cloud of black smoke

and then reappear like houdini

with no feelins no feelins to show

and i got these chains

got these rusty chains around my ankles

and on the other end i see satan pullin me as i dangle

down down

into the unknown abyss

and i'm wishin i could just come back one more time so i could settle shit

but i can't

so jump on in the fire is great

so many mothafuckas told me i would end up in this lake

for loading a 9 millimeter into my glock and then to my brain

but shouts out to alex crowley yo writing is keepin me sane

now take caution cause i'm killin bustas

with a glock 45

ramirez in the cut go run and hide

fuckin with me and it be yo demise

triple six is was i'm reppin

creepin out that fuckin dungeon

schema posse g*59

you better start to count yo blessins

as i kills you when i pulls up inside of my chevy thang

smoked out loced out

i'm steady gankin on them bustas mane

pullin out the street sweeper

i got ana off my chest

with any busta mothafucka who be tryna test

my nuts not givin a fuck

i'm fuckin shit up

knuckin and buckin i'm servin these suckas

i'm whipin these glocks so be ready to run

cause i'm on the hunt

choppin bitches heads off

throw em inside of the shadow

bitch

aim yo glock so fuckin quick cause i'm burnin up yo body bitch