Kast Out _feat. Sorta Human_ Mr Sisco_ Lil Woofy Woof_ Wavy Jone_ _ Dj Killa C_
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My eyes are blood shot
[?] logos
Smokin dope ridin solo watchin for the popo
[?] out my mouth eyes hella low tho
Turn the speakesr up a little more
Sortahuman is Schema hoe
I'm spinning round like I'm crash
Fuck with me and that's yo ass
I'm with a clique and they will blast
Right up on yo funky ass
Suicide [?] 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 leavin bitch ass niggas in dust
Learn my motherfuckin name
Turn em to a ghost mane
Sorthuman with the pen
And I'm loco and I'm insane
I cruise like Tom
With the bomb in my napsack
Fuck the 380 I'm 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 can't fuck with
Schemapossa
Don't give no fuck I'll spark it up inside a church bitch
We get em bucking like a blunt you getting burnt bitch
Yeah I'm the shit, I'm the shit, I'm the shit ho
Can catch me cookin I ain't whippin i wrap that bitch ho
Lit phone, twerking make her work and flick my wrist slow
They like yo bitch and nympho and I'm like which ho
I'm in the club mouth shining like some tint foil
In all black trim [?]
Coming to kill
Killin at will
Spittin 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
I'm like Freddy Kruger I'm creepin in yo sleep
Schema the posse we be so unique
And we runnin 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 I'm sayin
Shouts out to all the Schema fans
K R double E P
I do this shit for y'all
Shouts out to JGRXXN
Shouts out G9
Know what I'm sayin
Everybody else who contributed to this album
We runnin the underground
Better duck bitch
Splatter yo brains
All over the interstate
But I won't lose no sleep tonight
Not even a minute I'm dreamin and
Wonderin how the fuck I'm still alive
Losin myself in the pages of
Graphic depiction of shit that don't exist
You thinkin I'm 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 flexin but you got it wrong
I'm lookin down the barrel of my own shit
Waitin for god to show me if he really exist