text: See I been kickin it with my homie Scoob, it’s half past four
  He rollin a blunt and Im sittin there thinkin about how life gets old
  Sometimes all I really wanna do is disappear 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 Im wishin I could just come back one more time so I could settle shit
  But I cant
  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 Aleister Crowley, yo writing is keepin me sane
  Now take caution cause Im killin bustas
  With a Glock 45
  Ramirez in the cut go run and hide
  Fuckin wit me and it be yo demise
  Triple six is was Im reppin
  Creepin out that fuckin dungeon
  Schema Posse, G59
  You better start to count yo blessins
  As I kill you when I pulls up inside of my chevy thang
  Smoked out loced out
  Im steady gankin on them bustas mane
  Pullin out the street sweeper
  I got ana off my chest
  With any busta mothafucka who be tryna test
  My nuts not givin a fuck
  Im fuckin shit up
  Knuckin and buckin Im servin these suckas
  Im whipin these Glocks so be ready to run
  Cause Im on the hunt
  Choppin bitches heads off
  Throw em inside of the shadow, bitch
  Aim yo Glock so fuckin quick cause Im burnin up yo body bitch
  Bitch
  Bitch
  Bitch
  Bitch
  Bitch
  Bitch
  I been kickin it with my homie Scoob, it’s half past four
  He rollin a blunt and Im sittin there thinkin about how life gets old
  Sometimes all I really wanna do is disappear 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
  Now take caution cause Im killin bustas
  With a Glock 45
  Ramirez in the cut go run and hide
  Fuckin wit me and it be yo demise
  Triple six is was Im reppin
  Creepin out that fuckin dungeon
  Schema Posse, G59
  You better start to count yo blessins
  As I kill you when I pulls up inside of my chevy thang
  Smoked out loced out
  Im steady gankin on them bustas mane
  Pullin out the street sweeper
  I got ana off my chest
  With any busta mothafucka who be tryna test
  Test
  Test
  Test
  Test