rusty chains

Lyrics

, kickin it with my homie scoob it's half past 4, he rollin a blunt and i'm sittin there thinkin about how life gets old, sometimes all i really wanna do is dissappear in a cloud of black smoke, and then reappear like houdini, with no feelins no feelins to show, and i got these chains, got these rusty chains around my ankles, and on the other end i see satan pullin me as i dangle, down down, into the unknown abyss, and i'm wishin i could just come back one more time so i could settle shit, but i can't, so jump on in the fire is great, so many mothafuckas told me i would end up in this lake, for loading a 9 millimeter into my glock and then to my brain, but shouts out to alex crowley yo writing is keepin me sane, now take caution cause i'm killin bustas, with a glock 45, ramirez in the cut go run and hide, fuckin with me and it be yo demise, triple six is was i'm reppin, creepin out that fuckin dungeon, schema posse g*59, you better start to count yo blessins, as i kills you when i pulls up inside of my chevy thang, smoked out loced out, i'm steady gankin on them bustas mane, pullin out the street sweeper, i got ana off my chest, with any busta mothafucka who be tryna test, my nuts not givin a fuck, i'm fuckin shit up, knuckin and buckin i'm servin these suckas, i'm whipin these glocks so be ready to run, cause i'm on the hunt, choppin bitches heads off, throw em inside of the shadow, bitch, aim yo glock so fuckin quick cause i'm burnin up yo body bitch