Avant Garde

[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