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[Intro: JGRXXN]
Oooooh
What's up mane? What's up mane?
Huh

[Verse 1: JGRXXN]
JGRXXN will buck if you dunk it
Burner gettin' hot like an oven
My niggas carry that flame so if you got beef it ain't nothin
Schemacideboy$ ain't no bluffin'
Triple 6 niggas be bustin'
The killas inside of yo brain
For the Underground shit, we be thuggin', huuuh
Run up on my niggas if you itchin' to
Do that shit, you claim the side, you end up in a furnace
My demons pullin' up on some omnipotent
We smoke you like a swisher, scoop your bitch and then get in to her

[Verse 2: $crim]
Step up in the motherfucking spot
Gold grill
Lil young white boy
Keep the block hot
No chill
When I'm in the cut
With the red dot
Hold still
Cut a motherfucker till you dried out
Hail Satan
Schemaposse boys with the *59
Grippin' they neck so hard got these boys full of envy
Send us the defendant, call me Primetime
Smokin', drinkin' Devil till the reaper come and get me, hoe
All my bitches coming straight from Hades
$carecrow $carecrow $carecrow
You so fucking crazy
It's all that I am hearing lately
The fucking voice of all the ones forsaken

[Verse 3: Ruby]
Schemin' bout the homicide and Ruby is the victim, hoe
Ruby turn to Uzi when that Mac 10 empties in my throat
Relaxin' in a pool of blood
I cannot feel my selfish roles
My devilish hoes gonna suck my soul
From the holes in my throat
Oh wait, we go to the bottom of Hell
Where Satan roams
Every seam's an emerald
My skin, flesh burned down to the bone
My skeleton, not looking grown and grim
Because I decompose
Hop up off, I know they sing a bunch of Hymns
Bout Ruby and his kin
They pray they won't see light again
At least they think they won't

[Verse 4: Rozz Dyliams]
I don't fuck with anybody in the underground
Cause shit is just a bunch of jealous junkies
Itching, twitching for a fix
I'm inside making money
We won't talk and we won't joke
I tie a chain around my itchin' put the hook inside your throat
Let the gravel atomize your lifeless body when you drag
When I think about you I envision chunks inside a bag
When I see a cross I think about it in a preacher's ass
And when I see a star of David all I think about is cash