Rusty Chains - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Ghostemane]

See I been kickin' it with my homie Scoob, it’s half past four

He rollin a blunt and I'm sittin there thinkin about how life gets old

Sometimes all I wanna do is disappear in a cloud of black smoke

And then reappear like Houdini, with no feelins, no feelins to show

And I got these chains, got these rusty chains around my ankles

And on the other end, I see Satan pullin me as I dangle

Down down, into the unknown abyss, and I'm wishin

I could just come back one more time so I could settle shit

But I can't, so jump on in the fire is great

So many Mothafuckas told me I would end up in this lake

For loading a 9 millimeter into my Glock and then to my brain

But shouts out to Aleister Crowley, yo writing is keepin me sane

Now take caution cause I'm killin bustas, with a Glock 45

Ramirez in the cut, go run and hide

Fuckin wit me and it be yo demise

Triple six is what I'm reppin, Kreepin out that fuckin dungeon

Schema Posse, G*59, you better start to count yo blessings

As I kill you when I pulls up inside of my Chevy thang

Smoked out loced out, I'm steady gankin on them bustas mane

Pullin out the street sweeper, I got ana off my chest

With any busta mothafucka who be tryna test

My nuts not givin a fuck, I'm fuckin shit up

Knuckin and buckin I'm servin these suckas

I'm whipin these Glocks so be ready to run

Cause I'm on the hunt, choppin bitches heads off

Throw em inside of the shadow, bitch

Aim yo Glock so fuckin quick cause I'm burnin up yo body bitch

Bitch, bitch, bitch

[Outro: Ghostemane & RAMIREZ]

See I been kickin' it with my homie Scoob, it’s half past four

He rollin a blunt and I'm sittin there thinkin about how life gets old

Sometimes all I wanna do is disappear in a cloud of black smoke

And then reappear like Houdini, with no feelins, no feelins to show

And I got these chains, got these rusty chains around my ankles

And on the other end, I see Satan pullin me as I dangle, down

Now take caution cause I'm killin bustas, with a Glock 45

Ramirez in the cut, go run and hide

Fuckin wit me and it be yo demise

Triple six is was I'm reppin, Kreepin out that fuckin dungeon

Schema Posse, G*59, you better start to count yo blessins

As I kill you when I pulls up inside of my chevy thang

Smoked out loced out, I'm steady gankin on them bustas mane

Pullin out the street sweeper, I got ana off my chest

With any busta mothafucka who be tryna test

Test, test, test, test