Released: April 9, 2016
Featuring: Kold-Blooded Ghostemane
Songwriter: Mr. Sisco Kold-Blooded Ghostemane
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Intro]
Ye-yeah!
Yeah hoe!
Ye-yeah!
Yeah hoe!
[Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE]
Lately i've 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
I'm 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
[Verse 2: Kold-Blooded]
Blasphemous flow so controversial
Raid the rap game like a Roach commercial
Killin' my foes and it's always personal
I hope it curse you
Worser than the worst get
I don't be up on the internet when I flex
I be chillin' in the dark with a blunt lit
Schizophrenic mind state like "Who's this?"
"Who? Me?" Kold-Blooded motherfucker, GHOSTEMANE and Sisco
$crimmy on the beat so you know it's simple
Underground Kings, R.I.P. to the Pimp though
Never needed permission to finish an essential incantation
I've 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 it's Schemaposse at The Pinnacle
[Verse 3: Mr. Sisco]
Uhhhhhhh....
Bitch you the best, fuck all the rest
None of you niggas can leave [?] (Okay!)
I'm one of the best, but I just like [?]
I don't know you niggas so [?] (Okay!)
I'm with motherfuckers that ain't got no name (No!)
Or niggas I tell to go out and find your lane
I beat a nigga ass like my name is Bruce Wayne (Okay!)
Hit you hard like a train, hope you niggas (Okay! Bang! Bang!)
You gon' need a fucking miracle, these niggas too mythical
I can't believe a word, these niggas soundin' too pitiful (Goddamn!)
When I hit a motherfuckers throat and it's critical
I jump up on the mic and then I swear it's all synical (Goddamn!)
We just laughin' at you niggas ass so it's [?] (Hah!)
I line 'em all up, pick 'em off in a miracle (Okay!)
[?] crossin' this [?], or they finna jump the border
[?] I'm a mental hoarder (Blaow!)
Hold up, I'm switching the flow
And I'm showing you niggas I'm colder (Okay!)
The Mafia bringing that Bazz and we be knockin' your head up off your shoulders (Squad!)
Hangin' these bitch niggas up like a crucifix
Talkin' so stupid can get you dismembered, bitch! (Okay!)
Puttin' these niggas [?]
Bitches don't got no numbers for acknowledge
I ain't wastin' time with a shady clone
They ain't never gonna get the fuck on (Uh-uh!)
I've been puttin' on for my fucking team
So your dick suckin' I do not condone (Bitch!)
I ain't wastin' time with a shady clone
They ain't never gonna get the fuck on (No!)
I've been puttin' on for my fucking team
So your dick suckin' I do not condone (Bitch!)
[Outro: Mr. Sisco]
Motherfucker!
Schemaposse, hoe! Bazz Mafia, hoe!
What it is, bitch?
Ye-yeah!
Yeah hoe!
Ye-yeah!
Yeah hoe!
[Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE]
Lately i've 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
I'm 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
[Verse 2: Kold-Blooded]
Blasphemous flow so controversial
Raid the rap game like a Roach commercial
Killin' my foes and it's always personal
I hope it curse you
Worser than the worst get
I don't be up on the internet when I flex
I be chillin' in the dark with a blunt lit
Schizophrenic mind state like "Who's this?"
"Who? Me?" Kold-Blooded motherfucker, GHOSTEMANE and Sisco
$crimmy on the beat so you know it's simple
Underground Kings, R.I.P. to the Pimp though
Never needed permission to finish an essential incantation
I've 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 it's Schemaposse at The Pinnacle
[Verse 3: Mr. Sisco]
Uhhhhhhh....
Bitch you the best, fuck all the rest
None of you niggas can leave [?] (Okay!)
I'm one of the best, but I just like [?]
I don't know you niggas so [?] (Okay!)
I'm with motherfuckers that ain't got no name (No!)
Or niggas I tell to go out and find your lane
I beat a nigga ass like my name is Bruce Wayne (Okay!)
Hit you hard like a train, hope you niggas (Okay! Bang! Bang!)
You gon' need a fucking miracle, these niggas too mythical
I can't believe a word, these niggas soundin' too pitiful (Goddamn!)
When I hit a motherfuckers throat and it's critical
I jump up on the mic and then I swear it's all synical (Goddamn!)
We just laughin' at you niggas ass so it's [?] (Hah!)
I line 'em all up, pick 'em off in a miracle (Okay!)
[?] crossin' this [?], or they finna jump the border
[?] I'm a mental hoarder (Blaow!)
Hold up, I'm switching the flow
And I'm showing you niggas I'm colder (Okay!)
The Mafia bringing that Bazz and we be knockin' your head up off your shoulders (Squad!)
Hangin' these bitch niggas up like a crucifix
Talkin' so stupid can get you dismembered, bitch! (Okay!)
Puttin' these niggas [?]
Bitches don't got no numbers for acknowledge
I ain't wastin' time with a shady clone
They ain't never gonna get the fuck on (Uh-uh!)
I've been puttin' on for my fucking team
So your dick suckin' I do not condone (Bitch!)
I ain't wastin' time with a shady clone
They ain't never gonna get the fuck on (No!)
I've been puttin' on for my fucking team
So your dick suckin' I do not condone (Bitch!)
[Outro: Mr. Sisco]
Motherfucker!
Schemaposse, hoe! Bazz Mafia, hoe!
What it is, bitch?