Rusty Chains lyrics

[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 sh*t
But I can't, so jump on in the fire is great
So many Mothaf*ckas 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

[Verse 2: RAMIREZ]
Now take caution cause I'm killin bustas, with a Glock 45
Ramirez in the cut, go run and hide
f*ckin wit me and it be yo demise
Triple six is what I'm reppin, Kreepin out that f*ckin 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 mothaf*cka who be tryna test
My nuts not givin a f*ck, I'm f*ckin sh*t 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 b*tches heads off
Throw em inside of the shadow, b*tch
Aim yo Glock so f*ckin quick cause I'm burnin up yo body b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
[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
f*ckin wit me and it be yo demise
Triple six is was I'm reppin, Kreepin out that f*ckin 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 mothaf*cka who be tryna test
Test, test, test, test