[GHOSTE Verse]
Kickin it wit 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 sh**
But I can't
So jump on in the fire is great
So many Mothaf**as 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
[RVMIRXZ]
Now take caution cause im k**in bustas
With a Glock 45
Ramirez in the cut go run and hide
f**in wit me and it be yo demise
Triple six is was im reppin
Creepin out that f**in dungeon
Schema Posse G*59
You better start to count yo blessins
As i k**s you when i pulls up inside of my chevy thang
Smoked out loced out
Im steady gankin on them bustas mane
Pullin out the street sweeper
I got ana off my chest
With any busta mothaf**a who be tryna test
[?] Not givin a f**
I'm f**in sh** up
Knuckin and buckin im servin these s**as
I'm whipin these Glocks so be ready to run
Cause im on the hunt
Choppin b**hes heads off
Throw em inside of the shadow, b**h
Aim yo Glock so f**in quick cause im burnin up yo body b**h