Show ’Em - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Yung Death]

The motherfucker with the ritualistic ways

Come in the smoke and the flame

Riding with the mac and it go bang-bang

I live in the city where the whole block gangbangs

So I keep a weapon 'cause if you be fuckin' with me, I curve you bustas

And I put this motherfucker [?] to serve you suckas

Schemaposse be the gang

[?] at the side of my grave

Young killa, The Reaper Mane swing at yo neck then I hang yo body by the lake, aye

It's Yung Decay, dead bodies all on display

Triple six, I'm the son of the evil that be surroundin' all my thoughts like every day

Rain coming down, rain coming down

You know they won't play this when I ain't around

You know they gon' hate it, they fake what they soundin'

Ain't no young white Christ, I never wanted your respect

I just wanna smoke this blunt, razor blades up to my neck

Got a blade to every check, just tell me, what did you expect?

You bred a city up on violence and wonder why we all dead

Schemaposse we some goons and we 'bout to attack

So stay back, 'cause you ain't never had it like that

Well, I can't believe

All the [?] shit that be comin' up out people's mouth

All you speakin' on things that you never done seen

And you really just do not know nothing about

'Til you [?] the team

Yung Buffett, Mack, Mana, and the boy Yung Death

Better show 'em what it is

Schema boys [?]

Well I think it's time

For me to show these bitches what I'm all about

Bitch, I'm up and out

I'm pulled to another dimension [?]

It's M-A-N-A [?] ritual blade

Three in the morning when I start my day

In the middle of the woods, I cut through ribcage

Bitch-made motherfucker wanna throw shade

'Cause I don't ever let him in here

Been conjuring spirits the whole day

Now I'm in my tomb, please don't worry 'bout what I do

Kill a couple wannabe pussies with the [?]

But I promise I'ma see you soon, bitch