Rusty Chains (feat. Ramirez)

Kickin it wit 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 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 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 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 [?] Not givin a fuck I'm fuckin shit up Knuckin and buckin im servin these suckas I'm 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