Avant Garde
Oooooh
What's up mane? What's up mane?
Huh
JGRXXN will buck if you dunk it
Burner gettin' hot like an oven
My niggas carry that flame so if you got beef it ain't nothin
Schemacideboy$ ain't no bluffin'
Triple 6 niggas be bustin'
The killas inside of yo brain
For the Underground shit, we be thuggin', huuuh
Run up on my niggas if you itchin' to
Do that shit, you claim the side, you end up in
My demons pullin' up on some
We smoke you like a swisher, scoop your bitch and then get in to her
Step In, Motherfuc***
Spy Gorilla
Young White boy
Keep the block hot
No chill
When I'm in the cut
With the red dot
Hold still
Cut a motherfucker till you dried out
Hail Satan
ScheemaBusta Boys with the *59
Grippin nigga's(?) hard to cut these boys (?)
Send us the defendant, call me Primetime
Smokin, drinkin Devil till the reaper come and get me, hoe
All my bitches commin straight from Hades
$carecrow $carecrow $carecrow
You so fucking crazy
It's all that I am hearing lately
The fucking voice of (?) will save me
Scheemin bout the homicide and Ruby is the victim, hoe
Ruby turn to Uzi when that Mac 10 empties in my throat
Relaxin in a pool of blood
I cannot feel my selfish roles
My devilish hoes gonna suck my soul
From the holes in my throat
Oh wait, we go to the bottom of Hell
Where Satan roams
Every seam's an emerald
My skin, flesh burned down to bone
My skeleton, not looking grown and grim
Because I decompose
Hop up off (?) they sing a bunch of Hymns
Bout Ruby and his kin
They pray they won't see light again
At least they think they won't
I don't fuck with anybody in the underground
Cause shit is just a bunch of jealous junkies
Itching, twitching for a fix
I'm inside making money
We won't talk and we won't joke
I tie a chain around my itchin' put the hook inside your throat
Let the gravel atomize your lifeless body when you drag
When I think about you I envision chunks inside a bag
When I see a cross I think about it in a preacher's ass
And when I see a star of david all I think about is cash