text: My eyes are bloodshot
  Like the Mishka logo
  Smokin dope riding solo watching for the po-po
  Smoke rolls out my mouth eyes hella low tho
  Turn the speakers up a little more
  Sortahuman is Schema, hoe
  Im spinning round like Im crash
  Fuck with me and thats yo ass
  Im with a clique and they will blast
  Right up on yo funky ass
  Suicidal is from the D
  Yeah that Wicca shit
  Sisqo came down on the track with the Schema bitch
  Runnin round with the Glock
  Finna let that shit bust
  Fuckin with the Schema we leaving bitch ass niggas in dust
  Learn my motherfuckin name
  Turn em to a ghost mane
  Sortahuman with the pen
  And Im loco and Im insane
  I cruise like Tom
  With the bomb in my knapsack
  Fuck the three-eighty Im outta the cut with the fat mac
  I bust like a nine and blast off like a rocket
  A nine in my holster with a clip in my pocket
  Hoes wanna be down kinda like Brandy
  I sip on the Brandy and my rubbers come in handy
   cause my mission is kamikaze
  Its WooF and niggas know they cant fuck with Schemapossa
  Dont give no fuck Ill spark it up inside a church bitch
  We get em bucking like a blunt you getting burnt bitch
  Yeah Im the shit, Im the shit, Im the shit. ho
  Can catch me cooking I aint whipping I wrap that bitch. ho
  Lit phone, twerking make her work and flick my wrist slow
  They like yo bitch and nympho and Im like which ho
  Im in the club mouth shining like some tin foil
  A all black pink trim, and now my 
  Coming to kill
  Killin at will
  Spitting so sick and its leaving you chills
  Creepin up in the darkness with a nine mill and that gold grill
  Killa C straight bringing that heat
  Im like Freddy Kruger Im creeping in yo sleep
  Schema the posse we be so unique
  And we running the streets without no defeat
  Ridin slab in that low low
  Sippin syrup in slow-mo
  Oh no, I hit a nigga with the nine mill and the po-po
  And speed off with no trace
  A dead body with no face
  The next day I beat trial
  Then leave court with a closed case
  Bitch
  Aye real talk man
  Shouts out to all the motherfuckin fans that downloaded this album
  You know what Im saying
  Shouts out to all the Schema fans
  K-R-double-E-P
  I do this shit for yall
  Shouts out to JGRXXN
  Shouts out G59
  Know what Im saying
  Everybody else who contributed to this album
  We running the underground
  Bitch better duck
  Splatter yo brains
  All over the interstate
  But I wont lose no sleep tonight
  Not even a minute Im dreaming and wondering how the fuck Im still alive
  Losin myself in the pages of graphic depiction of shit that dont exist
  You thinking Im outta my mind
  But it keeps me alive at a fucked up time like this
  I load my .22 and point it straight up at my dome
  Mothafuckas thought Caligula was flexing but you got it wrong
  Im looking down the barrel of my own shit
  Waiting for God to show me if he really exist