DECAY
I don't give a fuck, mothafucka wassup?
HOO!
Schemaposse get buck
When I'm spittin' better duck
'Cause I'm comin' up so you better buckle up
You know I'm boutta fuck it up as I bust out the cut
And I
Leave a pussy in the dust (Dust)
Murder, murder I must
Heard ya words, no trust
Schema da posse rippin' the fuckas' to the guts
Takin a trip out to the woods up in the mothafuckin' tour bus
Ugh
All the eyes on me
Thinkin' of givin' a bit of a trip to the deep
Triple six feet sleep
Takin a pussy to his knee
Always see me posted with a black cap long tee, yuh
All these rappers wanna cop my steeze
When they try to rap along a mothafucka gettin' brain freeze
Rabies sickness
No you ain't me
Eighteen deep
On the creep, hear the gate creak
I don't really give a fuck what you say (You say)
When it comes to my pay day
Never vacate, I think I will stay
'Til I burn, 'til I decay
Motherfucker want talk about it
I don't really care what you thank
All you pussy ass toys wanna make noise
Better luck next time
I guess schema boys was sent to destroy
All they wanna do is talk that shit
But I pull out the bat
And I swing at that bitch
Never ever call again
Stick 'em like a pin
Busting a brick to your chin
Back up motherfucker about to act up
Cracked in the back
When we buck with a track up
And I get some more of that
When I rap
Crept out the cut with a blade and a map
HOO!
Schemaposse get buck
When I'm spittin' better duck
'Cause I'm comin' up so you better buckle up
You know I'm boutta fuck it up as I bust out the cut
And I
Leave a pussy in the dust (Dust)
Murder, murder I must
Heard ya words, no trust
Schema da posse rippin' the fuckas' to the guts
Takin a trip out to the woods up in the mothafuckin' tour bus
Ugh
All the eyes on me
Thinkin' of givin' a bit of a trip to the deep
Triple six feet sleep
Takin a pussy to his knee
Always see me posted with a black cap long tee, yuh
All these rappers wanna cop my steeze
When they try to rap along a mothafucka gettin' brain freeze
Rabies sickness
No you ain't me
Eighteen deep
On the creep, hear the gate creak
I don't really give a fuck what you say (You say)
When it comes to my pay day
Never vacate, I think I will stay
'Til I burn, 'til I decay
Motherfucker want talk about it
I don't really care what you thank
All you pussy ass toys wanna make noise
Better luck next time
I guess schema boys was sent to destroy
All they wanna do is talk that shit
But I pull out the bat
And I swing at that bitch
Never ever call again
Stick 'em like a pin
Busting a brick to your chin
Back up motherfucker about to act up
Cracked in the back
When we buck with a track up
And I get some more of that
When I rap
Crept out the cut with a blade and a map
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Writer(s): Kalem Tarrant, Rusty Moos Moore
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