[Verse 1: Supa Sortahuman]

My eyes are bloodshot, like the Mishka logo

Smokin dope, riding solo watching for the po-po

Smoke rolls out my mouth eyes hella low tho

Turn the speakers up a little more

Sortahuman is Schema, hoe

[Verse 2: Mr. Sisco]

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

Suicidal is from the D, yeah that Wicca shit

Sisco came down on the track with the Schema bitch

Runnin round with the Glock, finna let that shit bust

Fuckin with the Schema we leaving bitch ass niggas in dust

Learn my motherfuckin' name, turn em to a ghost, mane

Sortahuman with the pen and I'm loco and I'm insane

[Verse 3: Lil WooFy WooF]

I cruise like Tom, with the bomb in my knapsack

Fuck the three-eighty 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 Schemaposse

[Verse 4: Wavy Jone$]

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 cooking I ain't whipping 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 tin foil

A all black pink trim, and now my [?]

[Verse 5: DJ Killa C]

Coming to kill, killin at will

Spitting so sick and it's 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 creeping in yo' sleep

Schema the posse we be so unique

And we running 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

[Interlude: Ghostemane]

Aye real talk man

Shouts out to all the motherfuckin' fans that downloaded this album

You know what I'm sayingShouts out to all the Schema fans

K-R-double-E-P

I do this shit for y'all

Shouts out to JGRXXN

Shouts out G*59

Know what I'm saying

Everybody else who contributed to this album

We running the underground

Bitch better duck

[Verse 6: Ghostemane]

Splatter yo' brains all over the interstate

But I won't lose no sleep tonight

Not even a minute I'm dreaming and wondering

How the fuck I'm still alive

Losin myself in the pages of graphic depiction

Of shit that don't exist

You thinking 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 flexing but you got it wrong

I'm looking down the barrel of my own shit

Waiting for God to show me if he really exist