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Mission perfect, react, attack Come back and act about I never wanna come back Stuck in the back of a train on a wood track Kingdom aint up on the tracks, never talk back Bloods from myself cross the inch of the blade Youve misplaced me, and all of that goes to believe Never look back with a one track bind I have drifted away in the sea Never pull out, everyone can die Used to be nothing until I complained I cant protect you with all of the demons inside of my mind Wasting of all of your breath Leave me to be, Im just affray I dont need anyones help except me All of you humans have always been wasting away but The fact that you waste isnt free

Everybody wanna take the high road Where to go? low Ayy, eyes on the floor Premonition livin in my head When I linked into my past, when my eyes only Life is dark, Ill be alone Took my soul or let it go Want to put it in and if stuck When a DÆMON over a limit lead to Believe what you read I took a leap of fate and I took on my Causing her lips, watching the end of the world what your tips alone life by my own! Ima fuck up, I just dont belong, I just dont belong I dont fit at all, like a glove, I dont fit at all Must be something wrong with the way that I was born Must be something wrong, must be something wrong Every motherfucker think I for the life for the lie beggin for life Dri-dri-drippin like Im upon my skin, ski-ski-skin poke a needle through my finger tips I cant see it shaking, I guess all is taken, I cant see it shaking Found a piece of a Ima fuck up, I just dont belong, I just dont belong I dont fit at all, like a glove, I dont fit at all Must be something wrong with the way that I was born Must be something wrong, must be something wrong

Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ohohoh, fuck I think Im going outta my mind Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ditch my nine in the river aint no tellin what youll find Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ohohoh, fuck I think Im going outta my mind Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ditch my nine in the river aint no tellin what youll find Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ohohoh, fuck I think Im going outta my mind Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ditch my nine in the river aint no tellin what youll find Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ohohoh, fuck I think Im going outta my mind Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ditch my nine in the river aint no tellin what youll find Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ohohoh, fuck I think Im going outta my mind Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ditch my nine in the river aint no tellin what youll find Wake up at noon and I link wit my bitch Sippin on liquid that fuck with my head Still, with out sipping Im fucked in the head Dont think I got no control of my head There was a time when I thought that I would be the one to be smiling and getting ahead Now Im the one with the fishing line wrapped around my neck and saying hello to my dad People that hate me wanna see me dead You talking but I dont see nothin but texts I am da chillest you hate where you at Suckin on dick just to get you a cheque Might as well sacrifice you to the devil and then youll be something other than a mess Food fa demons they need it believe it Im telling ya hoe because I am possessed with no peace in my rest Adjust my eyes and tell me what do you see Psychopathic demon, screaming, steady schemin, bottom creepin, late-night moonlight wild as a heathen Insane doctor, making the incisions Stab you in ya side leave you bleeding in my kitchen Sellin body parts to my cannibal friends And they taste delicious Allday hoping, scopin, gotta make a stang Gettin buck to the homicidal sounds of GHOSTEMANE Allday with the schemaposse clique getting fucked up riding outta town hitting licks Demons in my mind late nights gone wild insane be the number one enemy, why? Everybody gon hard but they full of the dope I be somewhere lowkey looking through a scope Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ohohoh, fuck I think Im going outta my mind Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ditch my nine in the river aint no tellin what youll find Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ohohoh, fuck I think Im going outta my mind Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ditch my nine in the river aint no tellin what youll find Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ohohoh, fuck I think Im going outta my mind Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ditch my nine in the river aint no tellin what youll find Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ohohoh, fuck I think Im going outta my mind Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ditch my nine in the river aint no tellin what youll find Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ohohoh, fuck I think Im going outta my mind Ohhh, fuck I think Im going out of my mind Ditch my nine in the river aint no tellin what youll find

Puttin up with this shit on my daily got me thinkin about another way to cope wit neva bein okay Im sick of spittin about I wanna put a gun to my dome but thats the main thang Wondering all up in my brain Im gonna end up at the top of a mountain lookin down at all tha things that I shoulda did and didnt but hey Its all about the shit that you see people you meet Sometimes the people you meet really aint what they seem Im wakin up every day another day in Paradise At least Thats what I hear from everyone over 55 But what do they know Gen Y Fuck life Til I die Wake up, another day In Paradise, they say Wake up, another day In Paradise, they say Wake up, another day In Paradise, they say Wake up, another day In Paradise, they say Wake up, another day In Paradise, they say Wake up, another day In Paradise, they say Posted up Miami club on LSD Feel the love Hennessey replace blood Like paranoia replace fun Hand on her thigh my chick flood Like hoover dam done quit his job Face down at a bus stop Bum killed by 2 cops Fast forward, now stop Man killed at a traffic stop 4 to the back and then he drop Paid vacation fo a crooked cop Fast forward, now stop Look around at what you got Keep readin bout who got shot Everybody dead yall must have forgot Wake up, another day In Paradise, they say Wake up, another day In Paradise, they say Wake up, another day In Paradise, they say Wake up, another day In Paradise, they say Wake up, another day In Paradise, they say Wake up, another day In Paradise, they say

Watching away Watching away Watching away Watching away Watching away Watching away Watching away

Yeah I know that Im crazy, youll never know what its like to be me Eternally struggling internally with every single breathe I take Should I end my life today? Or should I live in silence because I have nothing nice to say I wont die beside them cause they wouldnt do the same for me They wouldnt do the same for me Were not the same, were not the same Were not the same, were not the same Were not the same, were not the same Were not the same, were not the same Ive been conceived in a seperate dimension, oh, so far way from what the eye can see I am the wolf and you are but a sheep Were not the same but you pretend to be Im the black mage with a bitch in a wood cage, feeding her bones of the people I hate That I once tried to save but I could not relate To the their level of fake and the way that you breathe Im another way than your way now go away All I wanna do is mangle my brain Pick it apart and feed the parts to a young mage Dying to be what they think me to be Im young and I dont know shit Im young and I dont know shit Im a fuck up with a face tat but I live life like Im on Cloud 9 Were not the same Were not the same Were not the same Were not the same

Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Bitch, I got the whole world in my fucking hand Codeine Captain AKA Young Yogi in command I am the man, hoe Open the gates of the damned a xan We poppin them bands, hoe We dont give a damn We still got them bands, hoe Wrist Im whippin shippin as Im finger lickin Got the clip in Percy slippin Yeah, now Im twisted So afflicted Its so addicting Yeah, they know Im vicious Codeine liquid Got me lifted Got me feelin mystic Rick and Morty when Im in the cut Use a portal gun to get my double cup and to get me drugs Get my money up Never sober up Never gave a fuck This is the year of the gods and the gods are the six feeter ones Uh Yuh This is the year of the gods and the gods are the six feeter ones Uh Yuh Spent the Last week In a Dream Reminiscing on the codeine Mama aint raising no dope feind Blood is all clean as a whistle But my thoughts would rather settle for the pistol or wish and lose everything begging for change Id rather be dreaming then my name Kept the lock up on a safe inside my Demons fiending for a taste of freedom Free them or watch people bleed and suffer through the agony inflicted by the dragon me A block thats so Id rather be dead

The earth you know, no longer exists What you been seeing all these years Is a hologram A lie This is the real earth But the planet is still alive Ive been there Life is taken root once more With that true hope can grow at last When the guy coalition form they imprisoned us With a lie Well never have our freedom until we can face the truth We cannot continue to put faith in these illusions Maybe we want to believe it And a perfect home One that existed just out of reach One impervious to our addiction to destruction Well never see tomorrow if were blinded by lies today We search throughout the universe for answers Time we search for it within ourselves

Your mouth keep running, while my shit keep buzzing I was in your town, but you aint say nothing Fake chain stunting, let me tell you something We aint do shit right now Say something, me and Ghostemane coming Ski masked up, tree camo like we hunting Hit your gunner with the stonecold stunner You can never bring us down We met his homie, said they looking for me Stayinh at they mommas house, acting like a phoney Hey honey, why your mans acting funny? Cus what hes saying, got him looking like a dummy, look Thats your favourite rapper, he been living on my couch Kick em out, now they cant keep my name out their mouth Worry bout yourself, cus your pockets in a drought Tought you had a plan, tought you had it figured out Tought you had a plan, tought you had it figured out Your mouth keep running, while my shit keep buzzing I was in your town, but you aint say nothing Fake chain stunting, let me tell you something We aint do shit right now Say something, me and Ghostemane coming Ski masked up, tree camo like we hunting Hit your gunner with the stonecold stunner You can never bring us down

On my way to dros, rappin, rappin real slow Got a bag full of caps, and Im ready for the show Reppin, reppin solo, all friends turn to foe Ask em all and they know ILL BiZ be a pro But they just cant hang, always beggin tryin to borrow But a homie makin so many moves hard to follow Got a bitch, and she swallowin my dick til its hollow Make a move on her, try, she will stick you like Apollo Got the 12s in the trunk, turn it up and let em bump Fuck a homie if he slump, chump, dont hit the blunt Got the 12s in the trunk, turn it up and let em bump Fuck a homie if he slump, chump, dont hit the blunt Got the 12s in the trunk, 12, 12s in the trunk Got the 12s in the trunk, 12, 12s in the trunk Got the 12s in the trunk, turn it up and let em bump Fuck a homie if he slump, chump, dont hit the blunt Im the cracka who rappin and snappin on beats While the bass in you trunk hit you clean out you seat You can blame it on me cuz Im all that you see When the lights go out see that gold in my teeth See you dissin on me but you chillin in your mommas livin room Beggin for ends, and playin pretend You dont get no pussy but play with your hand Shouts out to my fans, that reppin my set I love yall to death, even the haters be startin to rep Say what you wanna you noddin your head You come to my show and you put up your hands And try to make friends, Ill spit in your face Makin a scene cuz Im runnin the place Stompin you out, makin the bouncers take you out While I finish my drink, bitch Got the 12s in the trunk, turn it up and let em bump Fuck a homie if he slump, chump, dont hit the blunt Got the 12s in the trunk, turn it up and let em bump Fuck a homie if he slump, chump, dont hit the blunt Got the 12s in the trunk, 12, 12s in the trunk Got the 12s in the trunk, 12, 12s in the trunk Got the 12s in the trunk, turn it up and let em bump Fuck a homie if he slump, chump, dont hit the blunt If you aint fuckin with my set, get the fuck out the donk Fuckin up the rotation, cuz you tryin to take a bump Now you got that coke powder on my seats, better leave Or believe, I will throw you out the back, test me Cops fucked my life up, slapped me with a charge Im not tryin to see no lights flashin right behind my car Never kick it with a narc, cuz you just never know Who follow the code, so I stay S-O-L-O

Aint nobody ever did shit for me so I wont do a thing for them Motherfucker step back trying to be my fan I can see the bullshit with no contacts in I dont want no friends, I dont need me a Benz Got a Marquis red with the limousine tint Ride around town and they cant see me Im gettin road head look at me drive slow like an old man Trust nobody Im the same old kid Workin like them motherfuckers who are makin little ends Sippin big lean when the homegirl spins Got my 11 Vans on stepping on your 10s Im a mean ass kid If I did it for my daddy hey would have to throw it up to R.I.P One morning he did not wake up from his sleep and now he deceased Buddha he told me thats just how it be Hand in that booth like a brand new beatin so watch that shit if you wanna keep breathin Pitch white skin so I get alotta heat, but I dont pay mind to an anti KREEP Anyway you mad cause your bitch chose me a skinny young Ghoste with them all gold teeth Plain black tall tee always been a Outkast freak and thats still me with my big buck teeth Whats the point of livin if you livin like a bitch Wont take a risk if you keep a lit wrist Aint no wonder why you no longer got your chick If youre livin with your momma still on that tit Motherfucka Ive been on my own shit Straight surviving sufficiently self providing Sprinkle psychedelic mushrooms on my food so I can levitate and get away from you fools Aye, runnin and gunnin He be that nigga Killa with the 12 gauge Nigga get slayed every day from the shit that I say Better yet its from the shit that I spray that leave your whole fuckin body in a cave, but anyway Nigga that wanna run up and talk shit, they get put up on my hit list and get hit quick Barrel up to your mouth like a Bic for no That nigga that Killa be comin around and killin with the quickness So uh, you might wanna slow your roll before I lose control and take your soul And no goin back when I be up in the lac wearin all black now what ya call that? Bitch nigga fall back Im a schema nigga when I be up on the scene Finna peel a nigga cap with the infared beam All you gotta do is go and give Killa the word Shotgun leave his insides sitting on the curb As I tip-toe back to my Cutlass and light up a spliff, in my whip If anybody wanna start a problem best believe that Ill empty the clip Straight off the rim when I spit on a beat I kill the shit Spit so much heat I leave the mic extra crisp No gang fame with the angsty shit Schema boys and we fuckin ecstacy, nigga

Some people dont like the cold weather, cold weather But Im not worried cause I like it better, like it better Cause thats the time that we get together, get together I wanna climb inside of your sweater, your sweater You say its freezing And the chills are creeping in But when we get cold We get so close You know we kiss in the snow Ill warm your nosе You know we kiss in the snow Ive been impatiеnt waiting for the winter, for the winter I like it when you hold my frozen fingers, frozen fingers And I cant wait to taste the snow before it hits the ground Well find the perfect tree and cut it down But when it gets cold We get so close You know we kiss in the snow Ill warm your nose You know we kiss in the snow You say its freezing And the chills are creeping in But when we get cold We get so close You know we kiss in the snow Ill warm your nose You know we kiss in the snow

MTM, hit em with the heat Cut my neck, the blood fresh Got a check, still depressed Been a mess, fuck stress What next? Take a guess Cyanide on my breath On my breath, on my breath Cut my neck, the blood fresh Got a check, still depressed Been a mess, fuck stress What next? Take a guess Cyanide on my breath, on my breath Throw your set up, I know you fed up Release the lead from the nine, Columbine, dont get up I got a vendetta I got depressed and I never got better You aint on my level Dont be pushing me, pressing me I got a Big Mac and its next to me And I got a fat bitch on the ecstasy On top of the bread like a sesame They want the recipe for success And now they after me cause I got a masterpiece Used to, used to laugh at me and now they gassin me, dappin me Up in front of my family Make em say ugh, no Master P I think Im next up in the 27 Club Ive been too fucked up, serotonin bout done Every night been ending with me biting on my gun I know you say you love me but you make me wanna jump Off of the ledge Im eleven stories up and thinking about how my mother would feel if I jumped But now its not enough for me to stop, how I feel about ending it all, Ima jump Jump Ready to die but Wavy saved me I guess Ill see another day, not splattering all over pavement Godzilla! My cauldron bubbles be gone With knives as big as King Kong I walk around like I am holy but the gates want me gone A phone no signal, cant call A gun nobody can draw I wanna sleep, but rest is where the Reaper sees all Okay, now icepick inside you , hit organs and vitals I take it out then go to school , continue the cycle The blood flow like geysers, fall down to the fire I take it out then go to work, continue the cycle Cut my neck, the blood fresh Got a check, still depressed Been a mess, fuck stress What next? Take a guess Cyanide on my breath On my breath, on my breath Cut my neck, the blood fresh Got a check, still depressed Been a mess, fuck stress What next? Take a guess Cyanide on my breath, on my breath

All the underground cats call me Solo The Ghoste Been bustin caps, swingin bats Like po-po on the coast They aint a joke, aint even close So I propose a toast To all the foes at my shows Crooked like Stick n Poke Love and hate, thats all the same But If you dont give a fuck You in the game, try my team Then you shit out of luck Scary boy, quit talkin Your aint big enough To beef with me, B-I-Z D-A microphone killa They call me Ghostemane Low-key white as ghost Always kick it alone Call me, I wont pick up the phone She just wont leave me alone And I wont fuck with a thirsty chick So just leave her at home Keep my skin thick Like the butt on my chick Because nobody give a shit what you say when you spit They only see what you wear and the shade of your skin If youre the same shade as them They wont give you a spin Dont fabricate what you say People see through the haze Dont fabricate what you say Put a number on your days Low key white as ghost Always kick it alone Call me, I wont pick up the phone She just wont leave me alone And I wont fuck with a thirsty chick So just leave her at home

Say it to my face, lil pussy boy Coming for your neck and we looking for you Prices on your head and we could afford you I got six shots Finna let them off in orders Twin comin in Coming for the ends And the key to the Benz As I breeze through the left lane SK Let a nigga slip on his best day T-E-S-motherfucking F-A Chilling with my esses You ass like a sex tape Niggas tellin stories Man, they righting down a essay High in the next day You talking to the jefe Now Im finna drop this motherfucking P-S-A Aint got no time for no They steady clockin Tryna stop my grind and Cause I dont give a fuck bout no I dont give no fucks bout no god damn Schema that clique Bunch of motherfuckers dont take no shit Wont sit I dont got no time for a player hater bitch stay talking that shit Wont give me no licks Motherfucker mad that I took his old chick Worry bout you What I do dont mix Keep yo ugly ass face all up outta my b-i-z My biz Bitch, its the B-P-S-F-A and the K-R-double E-P Fuck your clique Put em all up on a Crucifix with a stake in they teeth Bitch, Its Ghoste Anybody talkin that shit dont got no flow Step onto me and the Schema the posse and you gon be biting that curb on the road, bitch Aint got no time for no They steady glocking Tryna stop my grind and Cause I dont give a fuck bout no I dont give no fucks bout no god damn

Another day alone in a little white room looking at the wall going insane Hoe, Im talking fucking crazy to myself but thats okay Dont come around with positivity Im feeling rather down Just might grab my fucking bat and take a stroll around my town No friend I can reach up on my cell when Im just trynna chill Least I got some kids that when I call Im always down to kill something Life is too short to be thinking about if youre going to heaven or hell Never catch me dead up in a church How bout a wishing well? I wish upon myself if it dont happen Im to blame Tried to talk to God I guess he didnt listen cause now Im in flames I heard my pops I think hes lost somewhere in purgatory Took out the hymnal thats another story Im seeing demons I can here them creep Cant close my eyes Im hearing voices I cant even sleep Into the void Im feeling paranoid I hate the world I want to kill everything and destroy Im sipping, smoking, sniffing, fucking Now I cant feel nothing Im on the come up, fuck a father Put myself in Prada Or pimp the product Pull the plug, I gotta make a way I got a bitch, I got a price, I gotta make em pay Fuck the government Im todo head to to in Polo Or bury me in all black Bitch, Now take a photo Coke white casket with the matching ones Already dead, I killed myself for fun

These eyes do not see what you and I see Behind these eyes, one finds only blackness - the absence of light These are the eyes of a psychopath People just look at me when I tell them I dont give a fuck GHOSTEMANE in this bitch, if you dont like it you can eat a nut I keep it evil cause them goodie goodies never make a buck I see you duck Every time you see me, you shit out of luck I put your teeth up on the curb outside the club and make your life flash right before your eyes Realize this is where you die Pick my foot up in the air and bring it down on to your head Lights out Your blood on my shoes and now you laying dead I dream about killing bitches All day I dream of riches If you speak at them lips you can count on swimming with the fish-fish I dream about killing bitches All day I dream of riches If you speak at them lips you can count on swimming with the fishes Evil-EvilMindz Evil-EvilMindz Evil-Evil-EvilMindz Evil-EvilMindz EvilMindz in the dirt, put your feet up, solo I cant see you cause I dream about murder and hiding the body Snitches get stitches Evil-EvilMindz Evil-EvilMindz Evil-Evil-EvilMindz Evil-EvilMindz EvilMindz

Waking up in the box at six am in the mornin Im six feet deep in the sematary where they bury me Moaning in pain Im kicking the box until I break the fuck out and Im swimming through the dirt with my brain exposed I got revenge to seek out and I finally get my hands up on the ground and pull myself up And now all I see around me is the living dead now woken up We stumble across the ground and through the fog You can see us, see us The SCHEMAPOSSE

Ill bet that you think its ok But Im really upset And I dont know whats real anymore I see you just tryna tell me that I dont have a problem Its just all in your mind Pick me up I was never fit for the crowd But thats okay with me Youre talking shit about me but now you have no one else to blame Fuck, my, life Hope, you, Its all over now Ill bet that you think its ok But Im really upset And I dont know whats real anymore I see you just tryna tell me that I dont have a problem Its just all in your mind This, is, the end...

Zoning off a eighth of that magic fungi Take out the bike and Ill take it for a ride Pedal to the metal set a scene in my mind Walk around town with my shoes untied So I trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip Slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip Then I slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip Slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip Walk up on the brook and I see it in the waves Something dont belong, trip me in another plane Not just a mirror, image of a chill place Something in the wave makes me wanna see space I guess that could happen when you get a little taste Traveling, traveling, traveling, like Im being chased Catch me if you can, skinny man with no face And we gone, no trace, and we gone, no trace So I trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip Slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip Then I slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip Slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip People wont believe me and I just ask why? Im the BrownBagBoy, I dont even gotta try Take a look in my eyes, thats P-H-I Straight walk around town with my shoes untied All these rappers givin up, Im the one who know why All they do is snort lines while your boy up in the sky Said little human with your closed third eye You can never understand all the things in my mind You should trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip Just slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip Slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip Trip, bitch, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip

Malt liquor in my hand, orange juice in the other Driving with no hands, roll it up, I dont stutter Blunts and brass monkey, always been the bread and butter One got me fucked up, but I need another All you rappers is kooky call that rapping hard as a motherfucker But soft as butter, never see you with a chopper The coppers dont even look in your direction Even they know you flexin, boy never held a Smith and Wesson Or any weapon, never say what Im bout to do Bitch I just do it, you never see me say Im making a move But Ill move it, never hear me talking Ima cop, Ima copper Just cop it, always see me doing shit you talk about in your music Talking bout you got the lean, but your Sprite too clean You talking bout you got some weed. but that shit aint green I dont need to fuck your bitch cause my chick too fine I took a look at your whip, it dont shine like mine Malt liquor in my hand, orange juice in the other Driving with no hands, roll it up, I dont stutter Blunts and brass monkey, always been the bread and butter One got me fucked up, but I need another Malt liquor in my hand, orange juice in the other Driving with no hands, roll it up, I dont stutter Blunts and brass monkey, always been the bread and butter One got me fucked up, but I need another Im breaking it up while she up on the block As soon as we done I be hitting that cut, Im all outta that bud Now what? Im hungry as fuck, gonna get me some grub Thought about jumpin in the whip but the gas be killin me, killin me Not to mention V8 engine guzzlin like a slut, keep refillin So to now to hop on the bike and I pedal to the metal Thirsty homies whistling at bitches like a tea kettle Settling for they head, cause they gave me press He watch from the stands, while a young white homie like me Steal the show and create fans, do as I do Drink the OE to the label and stop Break out the OJ, pour it to the tip of the top Now mix it up till you dont see no foam in the bottle Drink that whole shit down then repeat till you wobble Bitch I just do it, you never see me say Im making a move But Ill move it, never hear me talking Ima cop, Ima copper Just cop it, always see me doing shit you talk about in your music Malt liquor in my hand, orange juice in the other Driving with no hands, roll it up, I dont stutter Blunts and brass monkey, always been the bread and butter One got me fucked up, but I need another Malt liquor in my hand, orange juice in the other Driving with no hands, roll it up, I dont stutter Blunts and brass monkey, always been the bread and butter One got me fucked up, but I need another

Ye-yeah! Yeah hoe! Ye-yeah! Yeah hoe! Lately ive been thinkin that I really wanna make another wave in the game Never wanna play safe No shame in the way that I conquer my demons And you let em sacrifice their daughter Under the altar Take what the demons and have to offer Im chilling in my leather thong staff made of gold Got a baby named Loot with a pentagram bra She got 30 bitches locked up in the wall At the bottom of my dungeon where I took em last fall Blasphemous flow so controversial Raid the rap game like a Roach commercial Killin my foes and its always personal I hope it curse you Worser than the worst get I dont be up on the internet when I flex I be chillin in the dark with a blunt lit Schizophrenic mind state like Whos this? Who? Me? Kold-Blooded motherfucker, GHOSTEMANE and Sisco $crimmy on the beat so you know its simple Underground Kings, R.I.P. to the Pimp though Never needed permission to finish an essential incantation Ive been waitin til the words are sequential Call me puzzle maker never breakin out my grip ho Separation for the sake of situation critical Never seen, and its Schemaposse at The Pinnacle Uhhhhhhh.... Bitch you the best, fuck all the rest None of you niggas can leave Im one of the best, but I just like I dont know you niggas so Im with motherfuckers that aint got no name Or niggas I tell to go out and find your lane I beat a nigga ass like my name is Bruce Wayne Hit you hard like a train, hope you niggas You gon need a fucking miracle, these niggas too mythical I cant believe a word, these niggas soundin too pitiful When I hit a motherfuckers throat and its critical I jump up on the mic and then I swear its all synical We just laughin at you niggas ass so its I line em all up, pick em off in a miracle crossin this , or they finna jump the border Im a mental hoarder Hold up, Im switching the flow And Im showing you niggas Im colder The Mafia bringing that Bazz and we be knockin your head up off your shoulders Hangin these bitch niggas up like a crucifix Talkin so stupid can get you dismembered, bitch! Puttin these niggas Bitches dont got no numbers for acknowledge I aint wastin time with a shady clone They aint never gonna get the fuck on Ive been puttin on for my fucking team So your dick suckin I do not condone I aint wastin time with a shady clone They aint never gonna get the fuck on Ive been puttin on for my fucking team So your dick suckin I do not condone Motherfucker! Schemaposse, hoe! Bazz Mafia, hoe! What it is, bitch?

She was holding hands with molly the very first time we chilled I did not think a thing of that Thats just how she picked to feel See Im the type of kid to not be giving a fuck about bitches and shit But this particular chick had the demon inside and I had the gat When she bought a GHOSTEMANE tee and wore that shit with no undies And at that time when I knew this schemin chick was no phony I took us down to the basement and she saw the dead bodies She did not give a fuck Matter of fact she thought it was funny She let me put her up on that torture machine and go all night Shes strapped in leather on the table and says Im doing it right I stuffed an eighth of shrooms in that bitchs mouth and we fucked as she dug her fingers into my back Til I was dripping all kinds of blood I got a crazy ass bitch, she make me look like Im sane She hold it down for a kreep, never playing no games She ready to kill Whatever we gotta do Whatever it is that we gotta do On the one hand making your mind up dont mean shit Shooting up bitches and then we trip Psychedelic sex in the back of the whip We following up with it til she rolled up The smoke in each other then As she ready to pop off every time she see a bitch staring my way Shes got a piece thats shorter than Danny DeVito I like it that way When I say we ride We ride When she say we die We die Crazy and thats how I like it I promise to Buddha dont want it no other way I got a crazy ass bitch, she make me look Im sane She hold it down for a kreep, never playing no games

Chillin in the whip with a schemin bad chick bout five in the morn Im lit Lightin up my black in the back of the donk then we bout to go hit a lick Sky headed low to the ground all I see is the mist and the moon thats it Jump out the whip and we running through the mist got a shotty that ya grippin thats it Stop at the door, window down, I take a look inside and I see no dro Live by the gas so we looking at each other, like this is it lets go Kick in the door run up in that motherfucker like all we really need is a dough Take out your wallet put your hands up high if you wanna make it out that door Bout seven people in the diner not including all the cooks and the chick at the bar Bunch of hillbillies in the booth in the back, see Nazi tats on their arms All I wanted to do was kick down the door and let everybody leave alive But now I got another idea in my brain seeing nothing but red in my eyes Walk up to the booth, hear the sound of my boots click clack on the old wood floor Looking motherfuckers in their eyes I aint said shit but they scared as a ho Two minutes passed and nobody said a word til I came with some crazy shit; Do you believe in the book of man tales that you heard when you was a little jit? Not another second passed til you heard bloom, bloom and the skinhead drop to the floor Rest of the crew didnt do a damn thing, except beg to let em go Thought about it for a minute now what I really thought about while I pretended to think Chick getting to me cause she thought about the dope but I gotta get rid of that stank Bloom, bloom, boom with a thump, thump, thump all the skinheads fall to the ground Smile on my face heading out that door then we nowhere to be found Word headed out through the land that it was two psychos running round with guns They dont really know how we seeing it now we just two kids tryna have some fun You and me, were not even the same species. I used to be you, then I evolved. From where youre standing, youre a man. From where Im standing, youre an ape. Youre not even an ape. Youre a media person. Medias like the weather, only its man-made weather. I guess Wayne you just gotta hold that old shotgun in your hand then it becomes clear, like it did for me the first time. Thats when I realized my one true calling in life... shit, man... Im a natural born killer.

Lock you in the fucking trunk While I hit the fucking bong Now, now Im going crazy man All I see is blood Lock you, lock you in the fucking trunk While I hit the fucking bong Now-, dead, a nigga dead Its in my fuckin head I see you dipping out like a little ho to your clique When I see you in the flesh, you flinch Fronting like a bucky with a fake gold chain and a rented whip Never had me convinced I went from trying to getting attention Applause Now bitches be posting my pics Keep a long way from a long work day At a pet shop picking up animal shit Killa C bringing the phonk and my team only got cliqued up with fucking killers I dont do a god damned thing to block out the evil thoughts thats taking control of me still Im A dirty young kid with a wish for death but Im a schema like a motherfucking villain Poltergeist Torture your thoughts Are you seeing shit walking on the ceiling? Lock you in the fucking trunk While I hit the fucking bong Now, now Im going crazy man All I see is blood Lock you, lock you in the fucking trunk While I hit the fucking bong Now-, dead, a nigga dead Its in my fuckin head Schemaboyys a bunch a dudes and we dont give a fuck Them bullets hit you in the tummy have you leaking stuff Im hanging round with GHOSTE and Killa, I suggest you duck Well put that barrel in his mouth and made that homie suck I know a bunch of motherfuckers think this shits a joke Now you be laughing when I hit you with the pistol smoke Im Moba Dark from Indiana, came up selling dope Im Moba Dark from Indiana, Im still selling dope Back in the day with the niggas ride Killa C wanted for lyrical homicide Call me satan the way a nigga be spittin fire Im sittin back in the cut and straight gettin high As Im loading my strap, cocking my gat On the scene, relaxed, ready for the attack Dont react when that nigga killed Put you deep in the ground for runnin your fucking yap SCHEMA be the motherfucking posse Sendin my demons out to them niggas that always be tryna copy Yall niggas got me fucked up Thinking Imma put this car in reverse then buck, buck Nigga test your luck You already know whats up with your bitch, sippin on a double cup I be raising hell with the automatic, leave a nigga tragic Leave a nigga magician workin his magic, bitch! Lock you in the fucking trunk While I hit the fucking bong Now, now Im going crazy man All I see is blood Lock you, lock you in the fucking trunk While I hit the fucking bong Now-, dead, a nigga dead Its in my fuckin head Lock you in the fucking trunk While I hit the fucking bong Now, now Im going crazy man All I see is blood Lock you, lock you in the fucking trunk While I hit the fucking bong

Keep my pimpin tight like its some pussy that I might be slidin in but dont get it twisted bitch I dont show love unless its my kin I been to the bottom of the bottle and all the rings of inferno only to see that without a doubt the dark is eternal Internally keep everything inside Give it a spot to hide That way a bitch can ever get up into your mind Rewire shit then accuse you of switchin up In they eyes Like crazy mothafuckas that you see in insane asylums Listen Dont you ever pay attention to mentions of changin who you see In yo mirror Mira look I am Kira no shinigami but power to fuck up the enemies that are upon me I promise Hoe its the K R double E P tape and dont try me bitch

Never thought Id end up with my life like this Hating everything and I dont wanna live All I do is sit and smoke and drink at the crib Mind fucked up so I cant even trip Police tried my life now I cant pay the bills Rent money going to my loyal, now I feel That rope around my neck, everything stand still Gotta get my shit together, gotta keep it real Evil taking over make me wanna kill and steal Beauty is the end, Stevo, the end Never thought Id end up with my life like this Slaving every day just to keep my pot to piss People think that I be getting everything I wish Sometimes I just wish I grew up a rich kid Then Id get my momma come and bail me out of jail No matter what I do, dads money never fails But that aint me cause my daddy in the ground Momma loves her son but shes gone year-round All I got is rapping, keep my feet upon the ground Need some inspiration just to turn my life around Take a few caps that I picked up off the ground Fold em in a slice of pizza, chow fucking down Now Im hearing colors and Im seeing all the sounds Jump into a rabbit hole, take it all the way down Take it all the way down

Lyrics from Snippet Looking like youve seen a ghost Moving like a poltergeist Im like wait whats his name? Im like What he say bitch? I dont want your two sense You aint even paid bitch We are not the same I dropped out in 7th grade bitch-

Dont fuck with a motherfucker Young and on the coming up K-R-double E-P, solo Supa Sortahuman in this ho With the Ghoste with the most Psychedelic notorious flow, toe toe Im thinking that we not up in the south any more Ate a whole bunch of shrooms Now all I see is purple and yellow See my unfold But the motherfuckers just dont know I spend a whole lot of more time in the sky Than I do on earth in front of you Most of you motherfuckers dont have to do a thing Except kill your voice, but you do you So Im keeping my distance and growing and growing Till I transcend into the plane Dont you even think about following me Cause it aint a place for a silly young lame All I ever really do is put an endless supply of work Into my grind Yall silly motherfuckers wanna come along And take it all away from me You outta your mind I dont respond to hate because I know deep down You hate your life Keep on projecting that shit on me Ima put a switch blade right through your eyes Motherfuckers thinking that they really know What it be like to struggle, broke as shit Talk about you gonna go hit a lick But all you do is sit around and bitch Fucking up everyones vibe With all your negativity and shit Its the Schema-the-posse, the clique And if you aint feeling it Get up on a crucifix All that hate that you feels cause you You hate yourself Trying to talk down on me So you dont kill yourself All that negativity is truly there for your health All that hate that you feels cause you You hate yourself Inherit vice and in imperfect life I see through the lies Cut it out, no knife Im just living my life You aint doing it right Todays gone be my day Tonights gone be my night I stay positive I aint got no time to fight No time for that petty shit Keep it out of my sight Im scheduled for a flight As the engines ignite Two joints back to back Man pass me a light Coors Light in my motherfucking hand I done rolled up a couple of them grams Sortahuman and Schema God Im fucking playing But to them its so hard to understand I stay posted with my clique If you oppose then suck a dick Stay away from sucker shit I know the real dont fuck with this Hand me a bit Let me get it lit Make a hit while I take a hit All songs dont need a skit All that hate that you feels cause you You hate yourself Trying to talk down on me So you dont kill yourself All that negativity is truly there for your health All that hate that you feels cause you You hate yourself

Fuck a Mercedes Benz, Im riding my burgundy Grand Marquis Call it grandmama, she never go over 30 I drive nice and slow, cause I got no place to go Just get a little bit of that dro, and grab a bottle of O-E Cause we try not to worry bout the shit that surrounds us Thats why we stay nice and sound Thats why we stay off the ground While everybody else talking trash Man, get that shit off my chest All I need is my weed and my beats and chick Fuck all the rest, now that the- Wheels rubbin round the turn Wheels rubbin round the W-w-wheels rubbin round the turn Wheels rubbin round the turn Wheels rubbin round the turn Light the blunt dont let it burn Wheels rubbin, wheels rubbin Wheels rubbin round the turn I just see through my mirrors cause the fucking bass is too deep The 12 in the trunk, chump, as I slide down the street And I got nothing to say, thats why I turn up the bass Lets hit up the pizza place, I need something else to taste To go along with the shrooms that Ima stuff in my face We going to outer space, where haters aint got not place Im saying pack up the paint, so we can get up on some space Make these cops think that we some aliens out of place and let the Wheels rubbin round the turn Wheels rubbin round the W-w-wheels rubbin round the turn Light the blunt dont let it burn Wheels rubbin round the turn Wheels rubbin round the W-w-wheels rubbin round the turn Wheels rubbin round the turn Wheels rubbin round the turn Light the blunt dont let it burn Wheels rubbin, wheels rubbin Wheels rubbin round the turn Fuck a Mercedes Benz, Im riding my burgundy Grand Marquis Call it grandmama, she never go over 30 I drive nice and slow, cause I got no place to go Just get a little bit of that dro, and grab a bottle of O-E Cause we try not to worry bout the shit that surrounds us Thats why we stay nice and sound Thats why we stay off the ground While everybody else talking trash Man, get that shit off my chest All I need is my weed and my beats and chick Fuck all the rest, now that the-

Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Bitch, Im gon find ya Keep tryna run Keep tryna hide Bitch, you tired Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Bitch, Im gon find ya Keep tryna run Keep tryna hide Bitch, you tired Get in step What about the shit you was talkin like you wanna make threats? Put em up on a wooden cross and make em pay for their S-I-N Now everybodys been eyein the rise of a new gen, I Hypnotize If any wicked minds of kids who dont get a thing and they really loving they life Until they listen to the K-R-double E-P in they speakers and then they get conscious Ignore that shit that you read and you see in the media Dont give a fuck bout you Better quit your shit Fuck around and end up on the front page of the post-Sunday Keep on telling myself that I wont be a broke boy someday Flick of the wrist Im flickin the clit Whatever Keep your lights on with a full ass fridge Its JGRXXN and the motherfucking GHOSTE at your window Fighting your way is useless like a Kingdo Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Bitch, Im gon find ya Keep tryna run Keep tryna hide Bitch, you tired Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Bitch, Im gon find ya Keep tryna run Keep tryna hide Bitch, you tired Aint nowhere to run from my Schema-squad Aye Thirty niggas creeping Sick From the Schema God You boys like to skate like Kristi Yamaguchi Im just putting my niggas on Shout out to Gucci Run, nigga, run Run, nigga, run run Justin Bieber steez with a chainsaw a bunt My niggas like Montana We go there for fun We treat you like Manolo Ring your doorbell then you done Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Bitch, Im gon find ya Keep tryna run Keep tryna hide Bitch, you tired Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Bitch, Im gon find ya Keep tryna run Keep tryna hide Bitch, you tired

I just copped a fresh pair of black socks Stuck em in a white pair of Reeboks Walked up in a Dennys with a fresh cut I just put the soda in a water cup I dont trust no bitches but my one love A pretty goth bitch with her earlobes stretched Your bitch is all up in my inbox, flex She said she dont want you cause you rep cross Trynna find a way out Tell my bitch Im in outer space now Have to find another way down Nedarb fucking Nagrom Oh my god, Im really rare Im a pretty bitch Got septum ring and long black hair, aye She wanna fuck me without a rubber She dont care, whoa I walk in the function and these hoes all stop and stare Aye, Aye GHOSTEMANE with the motherfucking blower, aye Since I came up I got all my rental hoes back Might have the homie pull up because I need my pack back Bitch, I am so based Six kids is a fucking fad Im up in New York Im fucking all these gothic hoes, wow But I gotta get back to LA, I hate the cold But I wanna stay cause New York, they got decent blow, aye Shoutout to Snob mob and shoutout to that Riding round town, bitch, I be flexed up Young Ned, GHOSTEMANE Bitch, we next up Im with a couple girls They wanna have sex, yuh They wanna fuck me, suck me Im not like the rest, bruh Riding round town, bitch, I be flexed up Young Ned, GHOSTEMANE Bitch, we next up Im with a couple girls They wanna have sex, yuh They wanna fuck me, suck me Im not like the rest, bruh

Said why u talkin to me Boy u need a facelift Im high as heaven stuck in hell No bitch i aint shit Been gettin money out here Boy i know u hate it I heard u wanna get it on Im on the same shit I spark a blunt Jump in the pit and fuck the club up Dont give no fuck about shit Dont need no love bruh Dont wanna to talk about nothin I dont want cha U just another cold trick Already fucked ya Feeling displaced in outerspace I dont give no fucks bout a bitch i got no time Feeling displaced in outerspace I dont give no fucks bout a bitch i got no time Im on my own up in this bitch So show some manners to me No i could never cuff no bitch Cuz nothing matters to me Said fuck the police kill another one We comin for ya These motherfuckers wanted war Well bitch im gunnin for ya Ill never sell my soul for nothing Fuck a royalty check Im sick of everybody Acting like i owe em respect I got nobody in my circle Need a loyalty check I just dont know which way to go Been on the road ima wreck

I am in love, ayy But that dont mean that I wont summon demons to make the girl suffer and bleed through the cage in front of a beg for your soul to see when you die only body decays Spirited soul of remain I am incarnate Ayy Who is the great? Leave me in the sky Im great So sick of suffering I cannot catch me a break All I can do is trip to escape Eat me a eight in the forest but you cant relate Look to the sky for your hopes and your dreams but you wont find a thing only with it youll be Maybe one day I will kneel before death Bullet wound blood leaking from my head Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah Theres puke on my Khakis and ash on my jacket I feel the changes from acid The contract in blood, boy This magic, the blackest This rap shit be snapping like yo mamas back when I walk on this crack, bitch I trade my soul for an actress I trade my gold for a cactus That Mescaline opened a passage Now Im in line with that axis Now Im on time for the rapture A photo with a shotty Put it to my head and blast it The caption is put me in a casket Down up on my luck until I found a foot of a rabbit I do not give a fuck I grab the rope and then I wrap it Anubis is finding my soul a new home I’m alone with the chrome my reflection is as white as a ghost On the phone with my bitch she said baby dont go But Ive been on this road for a minute Im finished being a bitch in your image Ive been a sinner since infancy My defense is my enemies I arrive at the gates and give the devil my empathy I’m alone in this world none of my guys wants to put in the work Im feeling cursed Feeling six feet deep under the dirt Just a body in the burm Put the flame to the bible let it burn Speak in tongues Blood dripping down my mouth as Im reading every word Young Kirb

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Young Cobain with a XLT In the back of the red Marquis Got a pretty brunette tied up with a gag in her mouth but Im making sure she can breathe Thats on me White ghost with a e You bumping my shit while disturbing the peace Every bad thing that you ever let cross your brain See I make it reality Remember that dang bitch want sympathy You get none from me Talk shit then you wanna be tight with me Only thing that you finna get is lead, homie But ole JGRXXN run up in your crib with a ski mask on With a red magnum in your fucking desk Schema the team RIP to the used to bes and the trying to bes GHOSTE Pass me the Glock Drive by in the schema on the You can see the red beam Fuck you boys mean? Im aiming at your back Watch it exit out your spleen, homie Damn Could it be he? That was bumping your gums Talking about you got the chips You ran up on the crust So your ass got touched The Schemaposse in the house Those chains better be on tight That Schema shit

I keep it evil cause them goodie goodies never make a buck I keep it evil cause them goodie goodies never make a buck I keep it evil cause them goodie goodies never make a buck I keep it evil cause them goodie goodies never make a buck I keep it evil cause them goodie goodies never make a buck I keep it evil cause them goodie goodies never make a buck I keep it evil cause them goodie goodies never make a buck I keep it evil cause them goodie goodies never make a buck When Im a daddy Im gon make damn sure that my child knows not to be just like me Even though my momma would not agree Im the reason why she lose sleep Everybody running, too late, you killed and its so they may get up in heaven I thought, but Im getting up, letting an evil deliver the people that lift up my soul They carry me through the unknown I try to be their motherfucking role model But at the end of the day its here Im reaching for that bottle Cant get to sleep when Id rather be living the shit that Ive seen I dont wanna be a fiend for the dough Wouldnt be with a beef criticized If I really want to end up inside a wooden box or an empty house So please dont want you to do shit for me Cause youre running that mouth, now Im- Robbing the dope and I gotta get out of here Hopefully everyone sticks to the plan No one my getaway, probably got shot So I got out that place by a league in my hand Unleash the evil, I scope out these people Their choppers about to get hit for the lick Found one of them dopes outside smoking a cigarette Quietly stomp from the back then I stick Barrel head back I hear no signs of bullshit Yet told them dont say a word lay it all down If you insist on refusing in robberies Then now ho you will be placed under ground Clean the blood stains from the side of my bat Now Im on the run like Tommy III Money for your rent, a kid needs diapers Dont mean shit to me I keep it evil cause them goodie goodies never make a buck I keep it evil cause them goodie goodies never make a buck I keep it evil cause them goodie goodies never make a buck I keep it evil cause them goodie goodies never make a buck Tell me how the fuck Im gon eat when I cant afford a can of beans Im alone no feast, got to run in and get me ends Well shit is the ma, the motherfuckers that end up when I covered up my hands So now Im washing em up with a little Henny and the ray Never torture a motherfucker while pissed to get the dough If a body before then nobody else know Got a itchy trigger finger and a wish for death But Buddha told me that got a lot of time still left So Im living it up and Im raising an evil inside me Inside Im trying to hide A chin up really got me looking sideways Over my shoulder, and out Its really only a matter of time until somebody try to give me mine From all of the shit that Ive done And the people that I think Its all for they got So shit or get off of the pot Roger Brown papers, I caught a man sniffing Yall happy and thinking were back for the lick Get up late hear about that study That told me the names of the makers who selling that brick Full grin Im serving, I hit like a turban I jump out the bushes, you run out of words Play that mistake, boy that aint my only drug I am for life when I say give it here Broke like a blunt he need money like a junkie And not for bananas like a motherfuckin monkey Evil Pimp aint trying to work Id rather rob you for your dope Movement not on the track Bitch tired of being broke I keep it evil cause them goodie goodies never make a buck I keep it evil cause them goodie goodies never make a buck I keep it evil cause them goodie goodies never make a buck I keep it evil cause them goodie goodies never make a buck

I got a pitch black soul And Ill never really know when Im gonna lose my grip Lose my control I never thought Id see the day when a majority of the people I know succumb to government mind control You believe what you read I believe what I see And you wonder why I dont got no faith up in me I dont look to the sky Day and the night For answers on why people suffer in life Thats just how that shit go Slow but dont choke On the fingers attached to the hands of the folk That was feeding you when you was going for broke Pray to your God But dont live what you spoke And dont nobody really wanna fess up When they mess up Everybody wanna go and confess, oh As if one hundred Hail Marys deserving of a bless Oh please Go ahead and turn over a new leaf This is the mind of the desperate and hateful Bigoted folk of the fallen machine Make them all think that youre leading them one by one Into a really nice dream Reality hits when you sit on your throne The people got no one to fend for their own They realize, anti-Christ Run or youll be truly deceived by the powers that be I smoke away all of my problems Thats the way I go Reminisce of a different time I know Its bad, I know I try to keep this hate locked up until I cant no more Feeling a cynical make his way into my inner soul I smoke away all of my problems Thats the way I go Reminisce of a different time I know Its bad, I know I try to keep this hate locked up until I cant no more Feeling a cynical make his way into my inner soul Smoke a blunt, take a hit Feel the cynical in me as I try to forget I reminisce of hard times and all the fucked up shit Turning me into a cold hearted son of a bitch I cage it in, heart full of rage again Afraid again, thats a rude awakening Its safe again To say that Ill never pray again Continue to sin I cant say youre winning again Light up the dungeon and stair in the mirror To look at myself and reflect on my life No love in me, thats a first You play with my once You wont play with me twice Life is a gamble Im loading the dice Winning so shout out, beholding the dice I always wondered who controlling the dice Threw away with your life Like Im throwing the dice I just breathe Stomach housing the trees Torture my lungs till my pain is relieved All this corruption I cannot believe My soul has been lost and my heart on my sleeve Communication with Bambino dead I cannot show love because my heart is detached Evil then enters, my hear is attacked I talked to your God and he did not react I smoke away all of my problems Thats the way I go Reminisce of a different time I know Its bad, I know I try to keep this hate locked up until I cant no more Feeling a cynical make his way into my inner soul I smoke away all of my problems Thats the way I go Reminisce of a different time I know Its bad, I know I try to keep this hate locked up until I cant no more Feeling a cynical make his way into my inner soul

On my kill a bitch shit Give me your life or that dough x2 Yall know mufuckas carry guns Talking about that trap, well I aint been there in a minute AK bullets move mountains and I bet your ass wont hear it Catch me running up in your hoe for that dough Well I need this, for the 1 6 mufucka stop breathin Like mr dough man, could you tell me where youve been at, ive been feinding for a minute, dawg I really need the day drip On my kill a bitch shit Give me your life or that dough x3 On my kill a bitch shit Give me your life or that dough x 3 help if you aint fucking with us Back then they really werent fucking with us Used to call me weirdo, now they what we did about a year ago Dumb muthafuckas wanna act like they didnt know But Im here to let them know Run through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realize that theres nothing left Cuz ive been doing these drugs for so long That even my dealer thinks that my mind is gone Grippin Sitting up under the light as i the bat telling me go you can jump in a hole now i will bury you ho I dont really wanna be the one to break it to you But you cant do shit like me so go Into the dark pits you took them back home You pull the snake but i think you should know I dont really wanna be the one to put it in to the whole damn brain and you weak ass hoes But i would do it ill do it alone Nothing

1-87 1-87 1-87 Cause yall Im on a roll 1-87 1-87 1-87 Cause yall Im on a roll Young Cobain No gas in my tank Not a thing on my name but the rest of this strain SpriteBeatz on the beat Peace in the While Im K-R-double E-P in all streets Wandering alone either dead or a live But I wanna be dead sometimes Fuck out my face Never took a freebie or a handout No banks Dont borrow No break Thinking bout how the world can be Dont wanna give a thing Wanna take away everything from the place Howd it get there in the first place? Everybody thinking that they dont give a fuck when they taking all the time to write that they dont give a fuck Get up out your feelings and quit Quit your bitching and do some shit, bitch See all I really gotta say is that I find myself in a predicament every time I synthesize another one of my lines It only really happens when like Bohemian Rhapsody in every song Now tell me if its getting old I dont really give a fuck but I kind of just wanna know for the sake of the knowing Thats all Take a step back Let me get another six more, hoe Keep on hating like you never been drunk before behind your phone You claiming that you really put it on But I dont see nothing strong Just another weak ass bitch with a mic and some wifi to make a sci-fi Better return them jeans And cop some self esteem 1-87 1-87 1-87 Cause yall Im on a roll

Back the fuck up off me for you get the switchblade Got the black magic witch, all of my demons She giving me brain I put the knife to your dome Just so you can feel my pain Im bout to slice all these hoes If they really wanna play Take me to the cemetery to get buried in a grave They keep telling me that Im strange But I guess Im just insane Put the blade up to my wrist Bitch, Im boutta cut open my vein And Im ready to die today But I wont bow down to pray Fuck your god, fuck your cross, all the blood that Ive lost I wont live to see tomorrow put the nail up in my coffin Fuck your god, fuck your cross, all the blood that Ive lost I wont live to see tomorrow put the nail up in my coffin We all here skipping by Rainbows and butterflies We all here skipping by Rainbows and butterflies Trapping him like most Fuck all the imposers and women they boast Niggas take care when they doing the most Honestly making me wanna choke Sick of them Some of them are lame Each of them are the same Fuck his bitch in the back Been treated like this since the beginning Got best from the seminal so fuck it Benning and winning and feeling of killing it- But I get better, from winning and spinning in circles MDTA this my purpose yall so worthless These circles, MDTA this my purpose yall so worthless Fuck your god, fuck your cross, all the blood that Ive lost I wont live to see tomorrow put the nail up in my coffin Fuck your god, fuck your cross, all the blood that Ive lost I wont live to see tomorrow put the nail up in my coffin

You not in my lane what the fuck was you thinking I hate all these rappers not cocky but confident kinda conceited and constantly flexin’ till all y’all deleted I been in the lab hittin’ pads with a ball point jab Pourin’ gas on the mic till it pop Gimme what you got I will never mix it in the pot even if it’s hot you will never kick it with a god Wanna complain We are not the same Sacrifice a lot to get this spot so don’t you hate me when you hear it let it bang Local artists really driving me insane saying why is you winning your style is finished You only want the fame Let me digress This verbal vomit you bout to digest Take you on the ride of ya life I murder with fine text Daily elevating with patience so Ima rise next I don’t pay attention so miss me with all them death threats Gave up my life in the military for this music So I can just kill and bury sending every rapper to the cemetery with no casket no hearse or obituary So get out my way when I be moving through My flow is complex-twisted like a rubix cube I’m running circles round you like a hula hoop Army lifestyle didn’t work so I flew the coop Pure dedication got me where I’m at And I’m not going back so you gon’ have to kill me to make me quit Chill with that hating shit watch what comes out ya mouth ‘Cause when my song come on I get to breaking shit Now these rappers in my DMs I dont like em why they wanna be friends Bet Im crowned the king when the beef starts They in body bags when the beef ends Young Cobain No gas in my tank Not a thing to my name But the rest of this drink Spritebeatz on the beats, beastin’ the keys While I’m K-R-Double-E-P in the streets Wandering alone, neither dead or alive But I wanna be dead sometimes Fuck out my face Never took a freebie or a handout No thanks, don’t park, no breaks Never thought about it but I really started thinkin’ ‘bout the way that the world can be Don’t wanna give a thing, wanna take everything away from the place that they got it in the first place Everybody thinkin’ that they don’t give a fuck When they takin’ all the time to write that, they don’t give a fuck Get up out your feelings and quit, quit your bitchin’ and do some shit, bitch See I really gotta say that I find myself up in a predicament every time I synthesize another one of my lines It only really happens with a known scent of apathy happily cut myself, broke like bohemian rhapsody in every song Now tell me if it’s gettin’ old I don’t really give a fuck but I kinda just wanna know For the sake of the knowin’ that’s all Take a step back, maybe then another six more, hoe Keep on hatin’ like you’ve never been judged before Get a partner with the world hidin’ behind your phone If you claimin’ that you really puttin’ on What I see now is strong Just another weak ass bitch, with a mic and some wifi Hopin’ that they’ll pay enough to make a sci-fi Better return them jeans and cop some self esteem

Back from the dead Here we go again Picking up my pen Gotta little bit of bread Not much but enough just enough Man, times is tough Flick flick of the lighter Head boutta get a little bit lighter Rolling up the fire Neutralize the fight Lately I been feeling like something just aint right Its like good against evil inside Spy versus spy So black and white Everything is coming out wrong Only time its right Is when I put it in a song I Really wanna get out if this town But everybody in it keep bringing me down Each and every day in liquor I drown but for now Light another one and pass it around Sometimes I feel like drinkin Until I sweat liquor till Im straight leakin I dont got nobody else thats thinkin On my level so frustratin Dont nobody wanna go nowhere Everybody wanna talk about where they been and I dont really care I just stare at em Make believe Im listening until I pull my hair out and I know theres something out there for me Waiting on me praying on me saying all be staying hungry Everyone that think I did em wrong Im sorry Fuck that No Im not Just laugh wit me Leave the past in the past wit me Everybody straight bitching but nobody wanna act on it That life just aint fa me All I know is never talk about it homie only be about it And thats true for anything you do Whether youre selling crack or keeping track of where you at I refuse to spend another decade Sitting in a room making money for somebody else Brain decay Dont show the replay Just keep going Ima get em on the next play See ya gotta treat ya time like a game Otherwise you will never make a name for yourself, lame And thats word but Im not preachin On my third drink now Im leakin Now ya bitch she talking bout freakin Kinda got me thinking I can use a little inspiration I gotta little something to say To any young homie coming up in any game Never let a bitch get to yo head And never let a bitch get to yo bread Its like good against evil inside Spy versus spy So black and white Everything is coming out wrong Only time its right Is when I put it in a song I Really wanna get out if this town But everybody in it keep bringing me down Each and every day in liquor I drown but for now Light another one and pass it around A lot of you MCs or so called I see you waiting on that one big phone call Dont got no substance Maybe you should just lay off that substance And Ill roll a blunt since I dont really got no conscience I puke these lyrics unconscious Gobbled up the souls of Biggie and PAC With a little bit of Bone Thugs Now shits hot Dropped a track called Bad Business Nobody gave a fuck Man what is this? Dropped another one by the name of Resolution 16 plays nah that aint gonna do shit Then I drop Stay Ill Now everybody hitting me up Damn thats real Damn right motherfucker, thats real And I did it by myself so fuck yo deal I dont give a motherfuck if you give me a hundred mill Im never gonna compromise this heal Why? Just so I can get another meal or 2? Hahaaaa Ill pass you almost had me too Ima just sit here with the OE brew As I disappear Ina crowded room One thing on my mind how Ima make it through The rest of the week isnt rent and cable due? Nah fuck that man I gotta get me some food Im hungry as fuck Nah remember that polish dude You pay rent on time not past due Ah cmon man, what if its just a day or two I got a couple spoiled eggs I guess thatll do Whats a little bit of chunky milk gonna do? Broke life Everyday of my life And I wouldnt change a thing Another drink would be nice Its like good against evil inside Spy versus spy So black and white Everything is coming out wrong Only time its right Is when I put it in a song I Really wanna get out if this town But everybody in it keep bringing me down Each and every day in liquor I drown but for now Light another one and pass it around

These men come down here from New York and from Florida to find out my reasons on rock and roll music and why I preach against it, and I believe with all of my heart that it is a contributing factor to our juvenile delinquency of today. I a hundred percent believe. Why I believe that is because I know how it feels when you sing it. I know what it does to you. And I know of the evil feeling that you feel when you sing it. I know the lost position that you get into and the beat. Well, if you talk to the average teenager of today and you ask them what it is about rock and roll music that they like, the first thing theyll say is the beat. The beat, the beat.

Lay a nigga down Whats my trigger finger? Squeeze He couldve stayed alive if he lit up off the keys Reachin for his pockets Hope I come up on some cheese All I got was some lint and a purple sack of weed Now Im thinking to myself How he get it? I need to find a dope nigga dealin Hit em for his stash Hope I come up on a killin Man, go stick em up and come up off this shit Only thoughts of getting rich Got his number out this phone now Im thinking that its on Grab my pistol, nina tone Text this nigga for a bounce Said he had it Come on down Told em meet me down on He pulled up to the spot I told em Gimme what you got, hoe Got a nine for the slugs Man, it aint no love Here I come for you Heard a drop on the plug Man gon feel the slugs Here I come for you Laid em out on the rug Pistol on his tongue Aint it fun, for you? Got a nine for the slugs Man, it aint no love Here I come for you Never had no love Just a way to stay alive Broke and wanna die And now you looking up in my fucking eyes Like its no surprise Im the GHOSTE up in black No mac But a switchblade and a .22 Schemas on my left right Now let me see you make a move You fucking wrong Makin threats like you Kim Jong Im telling you test your luck Ill be here when you long gone A young kid Not a thing but a wish for death And catch me in the fucking gutter till my last breath Numbering all of my days Hell, a motherfucker try to escape Hit em with a red bat that I keep in the back of the Grand Marquis Grab the tape So I can silence all of the screams and crush your skull in one take Now sticking you in some concrete boots Watch you drown in the lake, bitch Got a nine for the slugs Man, it aint no love Here I come for you Heard a drop on the plug Man gon feel the slugs Here I come for you Laid em out on the rug Pistol on his tongue Aint it fun, for you? Got a nine for the slugs Man, it aint no love Here I come for you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah G Lo got the drop on the plug Got the 9 milli slugs in the clips stuffed, snug Mane with the Louisville Ready to slug Lo Key pop three Ghoste crush your skull Buffett roll up in the unmarked truck You was just supposed juug him What the fuck is up? Fuck it though Guess we better roll em in a rug Leave it to the Warden Ima cut em up Ghoste pipe up saying sound like fun and I got a idea where to dump the chump Slide in the passenger side of the truck TIP take his vehicle to get chopped up Ghoste roll the dope while we roll down the highway Smoke and destress but dont take shit lightly Hit the corner store, jump back on the highway Reconnect wit TIP we got Gin to hydrate Just a couple shots Man, cant get sloppy Reach in the back of the truck for the body This how it go when you creep we the posse Slide in the warehouse lookin like zombies Separate whats left from his head from the body GHOSTEMANE filling up his boots with the concrete Drop em in the drank mane the boi so soggy Then send the shreds of his head to his mommy Got a nine for the slugs Man, it aint no love Here I come for you Heard a drop on the plug Man gon feel the slugs Here I come for you Laid em out on the rug Pistol on his tongue Aint it fun, for you? Got a nine for the slugs Man, it aint no love Here I come for you

Hook You wanna test us? You better put your vest up Its lots of hatred in the streets My nigga fess up You wanna test us? You better put your vest up Its lots of hatred in the streets My nigga fess up Verse 1: Kold Blooded I smoke herb all day Fuck what a hater say Washed up ass rappers always talking about that gun play You cant even hang against this verbal apocalypse Always causing online drama Still they music sound like shit I got money on it Smoking blunts forever got twenty on it Fuck a dub I smoke way more bud then your ass could afford and Rip em up Actually, fuck a Ripp Bitch, I will stick em up Im blasphemous Having all these snitches wanna give it up Schema the posse Ill burn up yo body My words are more deadly than all of You wanna best all put together Youre better off dead Keep talking shit and Ill go for your head End a motherfuckers life for thinkin that he hard Now You dealing with the schemas When you fuckin wit da gawd When I ride I glide Wit a sword on my side Whether day or the night You dont wanna collide, motherfucker Verse 2: GHOSTEMANE Skinny young kid with them big buck teeth and on top sitting on chrome ds Had a nine-mili Never seen a precinct So I keep a twenty two on me But Im quick to hit a motherfucker with a bat Talk back Get slapped to the ground, on me I recall a time when I had less hate in my heart before these fucking hypebeasts Im starting shit but best believe I finish it without a trace Bury you up in your yard next to your cat that died in second grade Death to all of the jits that dont got shit but judge like Judy Sheindlin Ima fall asleep tonight to Superjail looking at the ceiling Im living what you rap about Shoutout to Juicy J Keep on giving bitches shopping money till they give you brain Me? I dont give a damn, kid But I got no hoe, better get your shit Schema that clique Dont fuck with a bitch that aint up on they hustle tip, uh Verse 3: Mr. Sisco Niggas be hating but I just be waiting for niggas to pop off with all of they shit Run with the clique and we bobbin so thick and we up in your track and we moving that bitch Run with and Ghoste so they coming to kill and we leaving them up in the smoke I be the Jesus thats black Killing them all Leaving them comatose Lyrical Im dropping these niggas They and reaching for views Im done with they shit so its up to you Please tell me what you wanna do Im the king of the funky, bitch I been dropping funky hits Live to a little, bitch Bucking niggas that fuck they Leaving niggas with fucking stitches Im digging them fucking ditches Im playing with crucifixes Im cursing all in my vision My mind is so fucking twisted but Im just a-fucking-dicted I and fucking lifted That herb got me seeing spirits, shit

Get the fuck away from us If youre not bringing no lust If youre metal, bitch I rust Sweep your ashes like some dust Fuck around hoe, bet I slump Been dead alive my heart is torn At our pace is how it goes Bitches begging for some more Fuck a stop sign, this my road When I run I dont bring woes Underground rising to the top Cant escape now bitch youre locked Dont try to be what you are not Were the owls and fuck your flock At the bottom of the creek Where I be Posted on a fucking tree Smokin on some sour diesel Dont regret getting rid of your girl GHOSTE & $ICKS were outta this world Psycho cycle my mind gon twirl Snatch a rifle and aim to my dome, woe What have I got now? I dont belong in a place Im alone now I dont believe you I am the mage ? Living with no love Fuck everything I dont need none of yall ? Thelemite before demise Dont believe what you cant see With your boneka given eyes Dont you follow pathethic sheep Im the mage On bone scry Speak with those you know deceased Knowledge of the afterlife Let em know what they cant seek

Had about enough of this fuck shit in my life Make me want to grab the knife, take it to my windpipe Maybe then thatll spice a little bit of this comfort Too late, I already told my bitch I take it and I conquer She aint really a bitch, I just treat her that way Stay starting problems each and every fucking day People think they know what its like in the struggle They say Just stay on your grind, Im staying on mine with no pay Youre wasting your time on the side of the line with no play Im making a tape of my suicide in one take Im drowning in a sea of rappers with nothing to say Talking bout you got a Caddy, seen you driving that Hyundai One day Ima make it out of this town Then youll all be sucking my balls with upside down frowns Then youll all be sucking my balls with upside down frowns Living life like a cold soul Aint nothing to my name but a bad reputation Its time to let it all go slow Cause loyalty dont exist in a place like this Living life like a cold soul Aint nothing to my name but a bad reputation Its time to let it all go slow Cause loyalty dont exist in a place like this Refresh my memory, what the fuck is a friend to me? If you aint gonna say to me everything that you claim to see That Im doing wrong, decisions I made As if you can take my mind and make it to better place For me to reside and find me some time to write me a rhyme Dont give me a motherfucking line to sign Okay, so uh, just sign right here All right And here Okay And right there, and initial here All right All right, we have ourselves a contract Sweet, man, Im so glad that you could do this to— Oh, uh, just put your balls in this jar What? Cause all I got is my word and now Im not trying to be working For no and no fame with nobody knowing my name Ill leave that up to the lames with knock-off designer shades Im working all 7 days, aint got time for no breaks The day that I stop getting middle fingers up in my face Is the day that I stop writing and become a... catholic priest? If you see that happen just shoot me, please Living life like a cold soul Aint nothing to my name but a bad reputation Its time to let it all go slow Cause loyalty dont exist in a place like this Living life like a cold soul Aint nothing to my name but a bad reputation Its time to let it all go slow Cause loyalty dont exist in a place like this Loyalty dont exist

On my way to dros Rappin, rappin real slow Got a bag full of caps And Im ready for the show Rappin, reppin solo All friends turn to foe Ask em all and they know Ill biz be a pro But they just cant hang Always beggin tryin to borrow But a homie makin so many moves hard to follow Got a bitch, and she swallowin my dick til its hollow Make a move on her, try, she will stick you like Apollo Got the 12s in the trunk Turn it up and let em bump Fuck a homie if he slump Chump, dont hit the blunt Got the 12s in the trunk 12, 12s in the trunk Got the 12s in the trunk 12, 12s in the trunk Got the 12s in the trunk Turn it up and let em bump Fuck a homie if he slump Chump, dont hit the blunt Im the cracka who rappin and snappin on beats While the bass in you trunk hit you clean out you seat You can blame it on me cuz Im all that you see When the lights go out see that gold in my teeth See you dissin on me but you chillin in your mommas livin room beggin for ends And playin pretend You dont get no pussy but play with your hand Shouts out to my fans That reppin my set I love yall to death Even the haters be startin to rep Say what you wanna you noddin your head You come to my show and you put up your hands and try to make friends Ill spit in your face Makin a scene cuz Im runnin the place Stompin you out, makin the bouncers take you out While I finish my drink, bitch Got the 12s in the trunk Turn it up and let em bump Fuck a homie if he slump Chump, dont hit the blunt Got the 12s in the trunk 12, 12s in the trunk Got the 12s in the trunk 12, 12s in the trunk Got the 12s in the trunk Turn it up and let em bump Fuck a homie if he slump Chump, dont hit the blunt If you aint fuckin with my set Get the fuck out the donk Fuckin up the rotation Cuz you tryin to take a bump Now you got that coke powder on my seats, better leave Or believe, I will throw you out the back, test me Cops fucked my life up, slapped me with a charge Im not tryin to see no lights flashin right behind my car Never kick it with a narc, cuz you just never know Who follow the code So I stay S-O-L-O

I found your heart laying in the street Picked it up and took it with me I found a surprise inside of the pit Followed the road back to your body You are liquid, you will die if you are nothing I know despite you when whisper something softly Put those petals around your feet You know those demons have to eat I wont deny Id ever let go Woke up in a cold sweat tonight I guess I Got enough sleep No counting sheep for me Leave me be, dont you waste a thought on me Time, and time, and time over again You take the role of every voice inside my head Telling me dont forget a piece of me Im full of life again, I release relief

Wassup mane Wassup mane Wassup mane Wassup mane Aye wassup mane Wassup mane Wassup mane Aye wassup mane All these boys barkin noise All they show is they teeth I told you in this jungle Im a fuckin wildebeest That boy talking shit like he gonna pull it up My squad full of demons that will ham yo ass up He looking for that haymaker power punch You know me When he throw that bitch I just catch him with a uppercut Fickle mane these niggas fickle mane Where they be? Ima shark in the water I see blood Im tryna eat Them Nikes on your feet Oh my god you better flee JGRXXN with the shits oh my nigga, thats on me Running yo mouth like a synonym Im Pagan and pissed And im up in the hole that they put you all up in You come for the nuts Im sipping the bottle that say it was made in Jamaica While puffing the paper thats rolled up with green Some of the shit that I see everyday and you will never see, yet You really want to keep up with that and to hang? With motherfuckers that you could never consider the same, any day Was talking shit but now you seeing the clout You went from dissing to putting my dick all up in your mouth What happened to talking like a tough ass G? Like you was empty pride and you hold no nuts Me and JGRXXN about to RKO Eat your girls pussy like lunch Bitch Wassup mane Wassup mane Wassup mane Wassup mane Aye wassup mane Wassup mane Wassup mane Aye wassup mane All these boys barkin noise All they show is they teeth I told you in this jungle Im a fuckin wildebeest

Run my hands from the lampshade Ive been hallucinating in and out of here for ten days Lesser keys of the men sway Figured the way to end it is to go grab me switchblade On the search for Nirvana Hang from the tree like a snake in the fauna Weep and dishonor You call it evil but we call it karma This aint your genre Lethal Defeat you I leave you trauma Roll up beside you and smoke him like ganja Purge for Sri Lanka Ego so feeble the Regal will dodge ya Ive come to haunt ya Dont make me kill you, I put that on mama Dump all my hopes and my dreams in the fire while I sleep Abandon ship and I cant see the captain What happened? I used to be free, Im the beast One that you utter my name and commence in destruction of the astral plane Alchemy reigns in my city but none of the beasts and the demons you see in my dreams One of them ones with a big drum beat to the sound of the screaming bus seven deep All my life all I wanted was to be up in a valley with a red rock in my feet Now I am older And and seem like the boulder is rolling and trying to rush over me Better cut deep Im a kreep and I dont sleep Till I am finally stiff and deceased

Sippin on toxic Sippin on toxic Sip-sip-sip-sippin on toxic Drinking out the bottle and now Im spitting logic Drinking out the bottle and now Im spitting logic Sippin on toxic Sippin on toxic Sip-sip-sip-sippin on toxic Drinking out the bottle and now Im spitting logic Drinking out the bottle and now Im spitting logic Drinking out the bottle and now Im spitting logic Sometimes I be Lettin Loose in Public Cause I dont give a fuck Im making profit Out in the tropics Beat bounce, hard knockin Niggas dreads Flockin Big Booty Chicks pop and lock it For a chick named A-V How could you not for a ms I got options Get Obnoxious, Dont Be cautious Cause when youre sippin on toxic Everything gets forgotten So one time for the night Get your ass off the wall and start fuckin boppin I dont really know whats stoppin you from hoppin Maybe Its your hoe ass callin Wondering where you at late at night Just tell the bitch, youre fuckin partyin Chea Sippin on toxic Sippin on toxic Sip-sip-sip-sippin on toxic Drinking out the bottle and now Im spitting logic Drinking out the bottle and now Im spitting logic Sippin on toxic Sippin on toxic Sip-sip-sip-sippin on toxic Drinking out the bottle and now Im spitting logic Drinking out the bottle and now Im spitting logic Sip-sip-sippin on the shit that make a motherfucker wanna commit a murder But Im the other fucker in the back of the lac We hitting on black Im ready to crack I brought a bottle of the Cognac Where my phone at? Hitting up the number one chick on my phone She all alone in a bed and she ready to bone She told me GHOSTEMANE, bring yourself to the crib and bring a bottle of Henny a Coke I can taste with LSD Little bit of mushrooms Got me thinking Ima be the king of the world First thing first I dont need to steal your girl Im the GHOSTE in black Skin white as a pearl K-R-double E-P D-F-M-G Any other set dont mean shit to me And did I mention Im a Hennessy fiend, ya see? I gotta keep a bottle on me like a nine millimi Greet you with it if you really wanna push it to the limits Steady sippin on the double cup of Codeine With a doc and Molese In other words got a cold sneeze away please Im just another broke kid with a nice ass whip and a skinny, bad chick She dont take no shit Unless its my dick and shes making me fold and you already know I dont hesitate But just meditate Now slip and Im dreaming of a better place Im slowing the pace My typical thoughts are sure to erase Im going insane Im sippin on toxic to chill out my brain Ill never stop rapping and cripple the pain Cant nothing contain the Thats word to the Zombie Ill make it and Sippin on toxic Sippin on toxic Sip-sip-sip-sippin on toxic Drinking out the bottle and now Im spitting logic Drinking out the bottle and now Im spitting logic Sippin on toxic Sippin on toxic Sip-sip-sip-sippin on toxic Drinking out the bottle and now Im spitting logic Drinking out the bottle and now Im spitting logic Ive been underground This is where I stay You try staying down but you aint got the mind state Drivin down 95 Aint Worried bout no-thing Youre too busy slavin for the money Im chillin and doin what I love, babe Jealous hoe, she goes both ways Aint slayin but she doin the cocaine Too bad I already know the fuckin game Aint never been attentive to a bitch that swear she mean Stuck up hoe think she got the fame You dont ever change You just restrain, nigga Bitch Bitch Ya bitch uh Bitch

You see me in this house Smoking up all of the shit then I pass Got me 20/20, hoe Making me think Im a super man I think Ima eat a little bit of the shrooms Figure out who the fuck I am Out of my duffle I go from the flow with a motherfucking master plan Im spending up all of my time Writing my shit in my life Spitting it over a beat and a mic I barely try it just comes out right But most of the other time Im trying to keep myself up alive I dont have many enemies besides myself and I Be plotting against me They trying to kill me Im biting the tip of my gun What if everything we see is only around for somebodys fun I get too deep sometimes I need to cool it Just chill like I do Till the fire inside takes over and melts my cool

tried kill me Ive got and youve got I break the gap but I make no Put a big cheese took a mushroom, take a picture I

Waiting all up in my donk and Im bumpin the Schema the posse with no shade And dont got a god damned thing except to whats next to eat and bang Im living the life that I never thought I would be living when I was a little jit From a skinny, young punk to a skinny, young GHOSTE Who sits in back of parties Shit I Try To keep up my Like magnets to the homies eyes when I get High Im bouncing on clouds like Mario Ill Put a motherfucker to the curb if I dont really wanna deal with what they say Im living with no regrets, one day well be dead anyway After decades of decay specimens, so much bloodshed and pestilence Approaching this new order, no borders, one nation we represent Leave blood trails from the altars, no officer, peace to reverence Friend or foe, no man can cope coming closer to days of reckoning More wounds we caused in healing and chaos causin bacteria We punish and all will fall, and six is the insignia World plague with thieves and murder Corruption behind curtains and our nations plotting a merger Our country need an insurgent And those who want it get to tell it Every person rejected is scared to receive the message I guess theyll finally get the picture when they Or rejected, the knowledge aint too far fetched, its just a theory Close yo eyes, let us die slowly Close yo eyes, you can see Close yo eyes as I puff these trees Close yo eyes this the E-N-D Close yo eyes, let us die slowly Close yo eyes, you can see Close yo eyes as I puff these trees Close yo eyes this the E-N-D

Bitch Im smoking out Im rolling up a pound Blowing up a cloud Bitch Im smoking loud I cant hear a sound How you like me now? I pull up on the block fuck yo bitch I just quit my job fuck that shit I don’t need your money I got hits I don’t need your pussy I got wrist I don’t want your name up on my work I don’t want the fame I want the purp I just want your face don’t wanna flirt Smoked 100 blunts I’m not on earth Bitch Im smoking out Im rolling up a pound Blowing up a cloud Bitch Im smoking loud I cant hear a sound How you like me now? Callin my phone You never picked up before Think ima pick up my phone? I dont think so Drown in the moat Ill pull up in a boat and this how itll go Ill say a prayer to the devil below Hand of the SAWN drags you below Hand to the chest beg for your soul You was a sheep now you slave to the goat Slaughter the sheep Never a need Makin me count while Im tryin to sleep Poor me the lean Dump it all over your dreams Dreamin and talkin so deep Fuck witta kreep In the dirt you sleep SCHEMA dat click No need for the beef Pass me the weed Hit it then use it to burn everything down on your street Bitch Im trippin now like Im fallin down I can hear them colors I can see them sounds

All these dragonflies in my eyes telling lies, lies, lies Look at the skys, look at my eyes All I see is spys, spys in my mind I have seen the bullets in the plain, I have got the You and me then board a plane Get her, got mine All we ever do is try till we die, die, die Then we get high till we fly, fly, fly Like a bird up above in the bright blue sky, sky, sky All these dragonflies in my eyes, telling lies, lies, lies Dragonflies in my eyes, telling lies, lies, lies Dragonflies in my eyes, telling lies, lies, lies Dragonflies in my skies, telling lies, lies, lies Remember the night Scheming and playing and thinking bout time Big fast forward and Im back in my mind The old cortex trying to conquer the world rebound and fucking your girl Look at my skin, as white as a pearl accepted in the rap game Good thing I dont give a shit about fame Eat a whole 8th, drink OJ Take off your clothes, Jump into the bed No work all play, Just for the day Pretend that we aint got bills to pay We dont give a fuck, and thats okay Ima eat you like a birthday cake Running out of cash, sip on Spent my last 20 on a trip to the plain All these dragonflies in my eyes, telling lies, lies, lies Dragonflies in my eyes, telling lies, lies, lies Dragonflies in my eyes, telling lies, lies, lies Dragonflies in my skies, telling lies, lies, lies

Yup, here go back with a new flow Business is business Thats what Ive been told West coast bred but he love the South more Fuck with the Scruff Have you hanging out the window Keep your head first to the ground below roll have my boys runnin on your hoe I dont give a motherfuck no more Had to go when you gotta go doze on fa sho Did a track that was fucking with the Big L flow But I fell a lot to compose No studio with the fucking sound proof roll Just a bedroom and a mic and a flow like a fucking Usain Bolt same boat same toe running on the post So go Go Kick in the doe Headshot, headshot Kick in the doe I dont need the po-po Got 9 mili, hit you in the chest one time and you dead after hit Like really? There really aint no coming back like when I make it out of welly Everybody want Ghoste on a track But nobody wanna give back It aint all about the cash But give me a better reason to bust my ass and fuck with me Im a monkey made of brass Petty motherfuckers nowadays wanna play the lame games Wanna finger out a gimmick? You say the rap game going to shit Cause rappers is talking about putting faces in they bricks But look what you do You putting in weeks at a time Making music that put me to sleep on a dime Fuck fame But Ima be rich one day And Im feeling my most on Sunday I dont need me a clique But I do got a few that would hit a quick lick If I really need to see to Thatll do Get a Thats Scruffy be the motherfucker dressed up in black Waiting outside for that ass with a bat And a glad bag Yeah, wouldnt wanna be ya Trash man be the next one to see ya Go Go Kick in the doe Go Go Kick in the doe Go Go Kick in the doe Go Go Kick in the doe

Malt liquor in my hand, orange juice in the other Driving with no hands, roll it up, I dont stutter Blunts and brass monkey, always been the bread and butter One got me fucked up, but I need another All you rappers is kooky call that rapping hard as a motherfucker But soft as butter, never see you with a chopper The coppers dont even look in your direction Even they know you flexin, boy never held a Smith and Wesson Or any weapon, never say what Im bout to do Bitch I just do it, you never see me say Im making a move But Ill move it, never hear me talking Ima cop, Ima copper Just cop it, always see me doing shit you talk about in your music Talking bout you got the lean, but your Sprite too clean You talking bout you got some weed. but that shit aint green I dont need to fuck your bitch cause my chick too fine I took a look at your whip, it dont shine like mine Malt liquor in my hand, orange juice in the other Driving with no hands, roll it up, I dont stutter Blunts and brass monkey, always been the bread and butter One got me fucked up, but I need another Malt liquor in my hand, orange juice in the other Driving with no hands, roll it up, I dont stutter Blunts and brass monkey, always been the bread and butter One got me fucked up, but I need another Im breaking it up while she up on the block As soon as we done I be hitting that cut, Im all outta that bud Now what? Im hungry as fuck, gonna get me some grub Thought about jumpin in the whip but the gas be killin me, killin me Not to mention V8 engine guzzlin like a slut, keep refillin So to now to hop on the bike and I pedal to the metal Thirsty homies whistling at bitches like a tea kettle Settling for they head, cause they gave me press He watch from the stands, while a young white homie like me Steal the show and create fans, do as I do Drink the OE to the label and stop Break out the OJ, pour it to the tip of the top Now mix it up till you dont see no foam in the bottle Drink that whole shit down then repeat till you wobble Bitch I just do it, you never see me say Im making a move But Ill move it, never hear me talking Ima cop, Ima copper Just cop it, always see me doing shit you talk about in your music Malt liquor in my hand, orange juice in the other Driving with no hands, roll it up, I dont stutter Blunts and brass monkey, always been the bread and butter One got me fucked up, but I need another Malt liquor in my hand, orange juice in the other Driving with no hands, roll it up, I dont stutter Blunts and brass monkey, always been the bread and butter One got me fucked up, but I need another

I saw you last night and, its lit to dream offline You had your high fashion, wine All I really wanted to was watch the world and next to you And if you wanted too just leave the world for you I been sad back Got back Got my head held I love I know her, yeah I know stress, I know late, I A loved one, by In a , in a I was coming of a bad blackout People that I dont know, and Im happy that that I cant explain and Im feeling Why you wanna so right? but waking it at night I saw you last night and, its lit to dream offline You had your high fashion, wine All I really wanted to was watch the world and next to you And if you wanted too just leave the world for you

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These hits of cannabis filling my system but I never listen The bitching is pointless Mug on me Im taking your soul Swallow it whole Fuck you been told? Still on my feet Even if mentally I am deceased Pain I unleash while the demons they creep You cannot see them but I grit my teeth cause I know that theyre out there Smoking without care Do to me wrong Wont be round for long Got to stay strong Release my emotion when I hit the bong Shit, Im drifting My mind is shifting Im losing my grip Im choosing to swish, blood on your lip Finish the moat and Im still equipped with the schitzo about the material Red eyes and dreaded, I look like Im serial Look through the Bust out my twelfther and hash for the bitches stop blocking on purpose Dont need a gun cause I kill with my verses Trying the curses and house boy, youre worthless Uzi I purchased to make a lil extra Need a few more so it takes to Talking bout grace Broke through her place is serious Bitch got the trace Bit her leg off just in case Im unlucky Im the OG, dont fuck with the buckies Guns in, roll out the duckies Bring round the hatred My own boys be sacred Aint about the fake shit Pussy ass bitch, dont take no shit from a fake mother fucker No cash, no clips Bust em in the face one time with the Oakwood bat bitch aint coming back from this Hide a body in the bottom of the canal Just cant keep on looking, nowhere to be found Making it look like a suicide Believe me, I rehearsed it about a thousand times Sitting at the foot of my bed Im wondering why the fuck God never listen to me shit that Ive gotten me and me only Still I never crack no grin Im never gonna be your friend Till Im up in the sky High and Im rotting and far from a civilization until the day I die Bitch, you got no shit to sit and bitch about Fake motherfucker take your handouts Dont got no shit to say? You see me face to face The Devil laughing at you as you say grace

Im flowing While I sip potions Wit potent Psychedelic doses Focus in close Like hypnosis My code is embedded wit gold And my rose is growing from the mold But my thorns might cut you like blow Shoulders gettin hard to hold So im floatin up with this smoke Rip open a third eye Notice Ive known this Ever since befo We were chosen Evidently so But were frozen In the winter snow For a little bit I was hopeless Broke this rock down like erosion My eyes were Redding like Otis My smoke cause a commotion Tryna get rid of the rope The boa gripping my throat I been down this road befo The rabbit hole Diggin like I was Zero But this time i cannot go I cannot float wit emotion Sinkin me down in the ocean Flip it in one quick motion Now im back on my bull shit Oh shit, now the worlds unfoldin Hopped outta trumans shoes Woulda been sooner too But I couldnt get through to you Took a quick look in the future Gotta get on my true pursuit Pass the piece like a Buddha Aim it right at the ruler Shoot Smokin an eighth of that Buddha Niggas be fakin I smell an intruder Fuckin yo queen and she call me her ruler No mathematic my dick like a ruler Dont want the static this aint a cartoon bruh Niggas pull up and they boom ya High like an attic im countin the mulah Pull out the ratchet they jumpin like puma I had to run up a bag today The love be free but they had to hate Aint in my league u aint got the base You need to retreat and just contemplate AK the illest no contest Fuck up a conscious Fuck it up Ándale Hit up my shooter he mark the prey Hop out the uber then bombs away Uh Into the mystic Dualistic Split this With crisp Symmetry I Hit this piff Looked in the skies See both sides And It set me free Feel the vibe Psilocybin when i slid inside Feel it within u been synthesized Look at a diety in the eyes Good riddance Im dippin But will I get outta this bitch alive Inner eyes Hidden within the lies See thru it like crystalline Amethyst crystal shine I been on my shit 2 ply ALTRD state of mind Been shifting through planes of time

I want to be stuck in your head I want to be holding your hand I want to love your laugh I want to lay my head on your back I want to drive around in your car shouting the lyrics to mcr But you dont want that

These motherfuckers sendin in they decoys Maybe Im just tripping, maybe Im paranoid Maybe Im going crazy, maybe Im seeing things Or maybe its all real and Im losing my brain Trees got me thinking that I should be straight Cant trust nobody, gotta watch my back These bitches out here trying to set me up Careful what I do One false move could be the end of us Bitch Im on my own, I aint got no clique If anybody hating Then they hating ass can suck my dick Real fucking shit, give a fuck about a bitch I aint got no time to waste Im out here to get rich, uh Dont disrespect my game, son Taking this for a paper, putting my life in danger Im blinded by corruption Only trying to see the What I put off on my people, whats up? BASEDA$IAN in the flesh Best remember that Send yo bitch a friend request Fuck her in the mouth and flex it on the internet I give a fuck less if you give a fuck, bitch Scheming on some other shit Dont fuck with GHOSTE Creeping through the window When theres nobody home Talking to the dead through my cell phone, Hello Moto What started with a cheap bike Now bitches post my photos Im reppin Schemaposse, thats a mean ass team Rip apart your fucking body just to blow off some steam Rest in peace to the boys who still think they got a buzz Talking shit on they Twitter Like they still who they was, whats up? Motherfuckers dont got shit on me Im the ghost up in black With them all gold teeth Pussies be talking shit Then you flinch when you see me The fuck you scared about, ho? I way a buck fifty My chick got a thing, when I choke her she cum Skinny dame with a thick ass She pop it like gum And I dont fuck with no pills but you see me on the plane Tripping balls like the fryin my brain, bitch

Young Skywalker I have not given a fuck since 1991 And I will put that on my life by my motherfucking gun No killer but I do not take no shit from anyone Bitch, bow fucking down Or you might not see the sun again Im the trillest rapper you will ever see from 5-6-1 Only busters that be hatin are ones that got no funds If you got something on your mind then say it to my face But I will not hesitate to put you in your fucking place No name motherfuckers wanna sit around and hate But when I come around and I get up in they face They change what they say cause they get a little taste Stick to your words and now cover your face You ashamed that I came from the same part of town But Im making moves and now look at you now Hatin on a homie trynna live his dreams out While youre sitting in a Civic with an empty account If you dont know by now, Im the realest representing FLA to the fullest Solo set to the grave Trust nobody in the game Everybody in the game be the same way Look in your face and they say one thing The very next day that thing gone change Shouts-out to the real homies that I know cause I know you dont fold Everybody hit the floor Bizzy got flow Fuck all these hoes Snakes in the grass only loyal to dough Dont got no hope Negative minds with nothin inside bitch open your mind Ghost white boy with a all black soul Stuntin in a Crown Vic 22 inch chrome Gotta keep it cold till my pocket swole Shouts-out Dirty Boyz from the gulf to the coast I have not given a fuck since 1991 And I will put that on my life by my motherfucking gun No killer but I do not take no shit from anyone Bitch, bow fucking down Or you might not see the sun again Most of yall really dont know how to react When you see a skinny white boy covered in tats Who spittin his raps like you under a tack First thing that you want to do is attack Be cool and remember to thank your God that were probably never going to meet Cause you anonymous with nowadays Anonymous is synonymous for too scared to show your face It dont faze me I been crazy Got a Grand Marquis, I dont need a Mercedes Growing up with nothin but a tree Still aint made it Get up off these nuts cause I cant be faded God, put a bullet in me if you dont want me to make it But never for a second be thinking that Ima be faking Cause Im grinding like a 50/50 Maintain staying sane At the same time got bills to pay Lord Infamous Scarecrow, rest in peace If not for him then there wouldnt be me Wannabes talking but Im doing me Those who cannot do hate what they see Take a little OJ put it in the OE Dont sip it till youre ready with the LSD Hallucinogens keep me off my feet But I stay ready cause a homie cant be beat I have not given a fuck since 1991 And I will put that on my life by my motherfucking gun No killer but I do not take no shit from anyone Bitch, bow fucking down Or you might not see the sun again Your skin better be thicker than Nicki Minaj If you not a survivor, stick to camouflage Cause pussies dont make it and neither do frauds Keep hiding your face like the mark that you are

Bitch, Im off a tab Im Dirty ass Nedarb fucking Nagrom and nobody fuckin with me, aye Catch me in the nitty gritty shitting , aye Flexed up Drunk as fuck Bitch, Im fucking shitty Aye Shoutout to , aye Shoutout to Philly, aye You cant tell me shit, bitch Im the only one that does it, aye I aint even gotta rep no motherfuckin city, aye And my momma thinks my lifestyle is so iffy, aye I dont give no fuck about how a bitch feeling, aye , Im sorry I hurt your feelings, aye I told her: Ill be right there Like my names fucking Chingy, aye Fuck, man I dont give a fuck about shit, man Im out in East Atlanta fucking these bitches, aye You know what it is, bro Throat fuck that bitch, man Im just playing Thats awful Thats awful of me Man, drop the fucking beat, bro This fucking space is so long, bro Im trynna rap, bro {?] up in a fucking Bentley, aye I pull up to the spot and that bitch is waiting for me, aye We had dinner and the bitch started getting horny, aye and I fucked that bitch Thats end of story, aye Shoutout to them days when I was rocking Faded Glory, aye I aint into shit because the world is so fucking boring, aye Not afraid of death because that seems like the place for me, aye Shoutout to my bitch Damn, man She fucking a shawty, aye Shawty only want me for my PayPal card and my black balaclava I just trip and she do bars Bitch, I walk up in my place Lock the door PS4, aye Final Fantasy X-five Heavy sport, yuh Fuck everything that I love, yuh I am alone, yuh Fuck everything that I love I gotta jump, yuh I dont recall any love I feel none at all, yuh I dont recall any love You let me down, yuh Drowning myself in a I am not coming down Drowning myself in a I was stuck in my spot My daddy told me I wouldnt be shit then he died, yuh Story of my life My daddy told me I wouldnt be shit he was right Never Keep on hashtagging goals but you got no goals Keep on hashtagging goals but you staying broke Shouts out to LA to the East Coast Really gotta get back to the West Coast But I dont got a ride to the airport

Devil lost in the fall Toxic things in my thoughts Brain is dead, better off If its going to kill me, hope it dont take long Just a fork in the road The road less traveled, I dont know Searching for my way back home But Lost In the smoke, yuh Fuck your bullshit Keep talking like this, youll end up in a hearse Think Im playing? Better listen to what Im saying When you least expect it, Im coming in guns blazing Chopping off limbs and Im breaking your bones Put you in the dirt and Im tagging up your grave stone Keep your mouth shut Pressing your luck so just give it up I got no patience for this fucking faggots hating Making me look like such a bad person Cause Im only bad when you piss me off Youve succeeded at that and now youll pay the cost Keep on crying Begging me to stop No stopping me when my blood thirst is on In the wrong hood Must be lost Fucking with your new creep on the block Tainted solider Run your ass over Cant say I didnt told you so Bitch, I warned ya Tossing metal with the killer from the 97 No What the hell, Smoke? Swinging it once and Im stabbing it twice Take a last look into my eyes Im dead on the show Ripping em slow Coming up in a world so cold, bitch Im the Kreep, oh Look at me go Spiraling in and out of control Ima get going Summoning I dont belong Anywhere, no You were the Listen and question the shit that you see and dont ever mistake for a sheep Im spending days Lonely days Chilling at my daddys grave I see haze Only haze I cant not feel not a thing Im the Ghoste All alone Kreeping while nobody home Im the black mage And I solo rep it, hoe

You aint never seen killers Its a scary thing I got the matches Homie do you got the gasoline? Well you aint never know Said you aint never know Baby Im a killer Baby Im insane You really dont know me cause he kept me in a cave Posse full of killers Scheming what we bang We aint got time for your fucking face Baby can you hear me? Im calling you The truth in burning flames smells like barbecue Evil chains up on me Got like Illuminati I do got stigmata all over my fucking body Ooh, yeah Im coming through your fucking hood in a 6-tray Ooh, yeah I suggest you get down on your knees and start to pray You aint never seen killers Its a scary thing I got the matches Homie do you got the gasoline? Well you aint never know Said you aint never know Everybody talkin like a killer But nobody really wanna pull the trigger, I see You aint never know what a motherfucker seeing on the streets Keep talkin that shit like you 6 feet deep If you aint really got no guns Then why you spitting shit like this? Same damn reason that you talk about you got a Rolex When I seen a Geneva on yo wrist So you talk a lot of shit like me, thats fine But can you really knock up when you see me face to face And youre shittin like somebody dropped a laxative up into your cup Shooting in GTA V is not the same as poppin off in real life But you wouldnt know But you never had a casing hit yo face or adrenaline raised Motherfuckers talkin shit but they know where to find me Never threatened them But I am not afraid to die, G Schema motherfucker like me keep it real With my Cognac in my OE Ridin, not giving a fuck and Im miles ahead of where youre trying to be You aint never seen killers Its a scary thing I got the matches Homie do you got the gasoline? Well you aint never know Said you aint never know

I dont really want no weed I dont really want no friends I dont really need no whip I dont really want no ends I dont really want no bitch I dont really want no top I dont really want no hope I dont really want no hoe I dont really want no life I dont even really wanna die I dont really wanna do shit, bitch World got me down and I wanna just quit I dont wanna play no shows I dont wanna make no clothes I dont wanna write you a verse I dont wanna talk no more Life before I would shine down unshy I wanna be much than more, while I watch you Мне хотелось бы стать больше, чем я сейчас Это Чино Морено, вам не понять Мне не занять петушиную нишу Спускаясь все ниже, я вижу вас, вы еле дышите Эй, ты Мне угрожал, сам весь дрожал, но нет на Земле места от папарацци Корабль до Андромеды, путь займёт до миллиона световых лет отсюда Ха, чтобы вам добраться Candle wax burns on her back in the shape of a pentacle

Stupid motherfucker, wake your ass up Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up But I still see your face, a homie fessed up Throw that pistol away, and we could up Stupid motherfucker, wake your ass up Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up But I still see your face, a homie fessed up Throw that pistol away, and we could up Bizzy dont take no shit, you when Im on the mic, shit Tell em, get hyped, running when Im goddamn right Oh shit, yo and it got yo tight Heard you was rapping at the mouth about me I was at the scene, straight drama queen Thats right boy, you cant say shit to me I weight about a buck 53 8 checks , created me, a vision of me, want me to be But since a motherfucka with an attitude Let em true, Imma make a fool outta you How I be, and I know that Im startin to shine I be like you, tryna take whats mine Shut up bitch, and get on your grind Looking like you boutta waste your time, oh my Always tryna get a ride, cant afford a bill But you gotta upload, and then you lit Come out to my show, and I bet you hit And I know I seem like Im broke and shit But I back it up with no backup I dont need a strap, with a big back If a motherfucka talking shit, call him out Dont ask no questions, hit him in the mouth! Stupid motherfucker, wake your ass up Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up But I still see your face, a homie fessed up Throw that pistol away, and we could up Stupid motherfucker, wake your ass up Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up But I still see your face, a homie fessed up Throw that pistol away, and we could up Stupid motherfucker, wake your ass up Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up But I still see your face, a homie fessed up Throw that pistol away, and we could up Stupid motherfucker, wake your ass up Keep rapping at the mouth, like you masked up But I still see your face, a homie fessed up Throw that pistol away, and we could up

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As I meditate Drift away To another place deep in my face and I cant see straight Oh no Here we go Into the sea with a ghost Im ready to see how it goes Shes curling her toes Im watching into her brain We wont be the same Soon as we both enter and kreep on the plane Im feeling no pain Im feeling no shame But it aint no game But dropping that extra weight I listen when Buddha maintain The silence with all the violence Taking me hostage and making me violating the agreements that I had with my soul Now I do not know which way to go I wanna stay up in the stars But its so convenient for me to be trapped in the dark Im falling but nobody see Where I really be Im upside down frowning but drowning in the sea Travel through the hole into my world Into my heart so cold If you are no friend I welcome you to see how far it goes Travel through the hole into my world Into my heart so cold If you are no friend I welcome you to see how far it goes As I lost my soul I lost my control when deeper through the hole Who I am or where I be Closed minded fools will never know Sitting in a dark cave while alone my mind is in a daze Deep into the darkness even Jesus couldnt change my ways Take a look down at the ground and all I see is liquid red Im in danger Whos the stranger? Im afraid they think Im dead I spy with my retina I surrender I dont think its real He told me to take a pill and I lost all my sense of feel Travel through the hole into my world Into my heart so cold If you are no friend I welcome you to see how far it goes Travel through the hole into my world Into my heart so cold If you are no friend I welcome you to see how far it goes Travel through the hole into my world Into my heart so cold If you are no friend I welcome you to see how far it goes