Avant Garde

Lyrics

[Intro: JGRXXN] Ooh What's up mane? What's up mane? Hah [Verse 1: JGRXXN] JGRXXN will buck if you duckin' Burner gettin' hot like an oven My niggas carry that flame, so if you got beef, mmm, well 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', hah Run up on my niggas if you itchin' to Do that shit you claim, that's how you end up in [?] My demons pullin' up [?] We smoke you like a swisher, scoop your bitch and then get in to her [Verse 2: $crim] Step up in the motherfuckin' 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 'til you dried out, hail Satan Schemaposse boys with the *59 Grippin' the gat so hard got these boys full of envy [?] send us the defendant, call me Primetime Smokin', drinkin', [?] 'til the reaper come and get me, ho 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, ho 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 ho's gon' suck my soul from the holes in my throat Away we go to the bottom of Hell, where Satan roams Every [?] My skin, flesh burned down to the bone My skeleton, now lookin' grim and because I decomposed Up above on Earth they sing a bunch of Hymns 'bout Ruby and his kin They pray we won't see life 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 Itchin', twitchin' for a fix I'm inside makin' money We won't talk and we won't joke I tie a chain around my hitch and 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