Show ’Em

[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

[Verse 2: Lord Mack]
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

[Verse 3: Yung Warden Buffett]
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 [?]

[Verse 4: Mana]
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