Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Scrimmy, Scrimmy (Slicky, Slicky)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benzo, Enzo, ‘Rari, the pedal that’s on my feet (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Push it to the front, I just know where I wan’ be (be)
In your house, in your room, don’t look under the bed (bed, nah)
Northside on the map, I won’t rest ’til I’m dead (dead)
Running down the street with a .9 in my hand (yeah-yeah, pow)
Put it to his head, tell him, “I don’t play fair” (nah)
Empty the clip, end your life in a sec’ (hah)
Christ be the king, you gon’ leave with a blessing (yeah)
Empty the shells, hear a pin drop (shh, shh)
Scrimmy bipolar (what?), flip and I flop (I flop)
Switch it up quick (yeah, yeah), fuck every last enemy (what? What?)
Act like a friend, leave a blade in your kidney
Rata the tata (grrah), I let your brains splatter (bah)
Leaking all over (flip, flip) with bloody matter (yeah, yeah)
Shirt in my hands, I sit back and I laugh (yeah)
Mental fucking case, closed casket where I sleep
Only smoke that crack rock, I don’t smoke no tree
Banging my veins, put that dirt on my name (my name)
Devil to blame, middle finger the game (the game)
Fuck all the fame, it ain’t no thing (no thing)
Scrimmy insane (insane), Scrimmy insane (insane)
Scrimmy insane (insane), Scrimmy insane (insane)
Insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane
Insane, insane, insane, insane, insane, insane (insane)
Ayy, ayy
All of my enemies end up bending the knee (bending the knee)
All my enemies begging me, begging
“Please let me free” (please let me free)
As my fist grips the axe (yeah), I yell, “Let the bells ring” (yeah)
And I swing the blade down (yeah)
Now he’s headless but free, yeah (headless but free)
Ruby been the boss for like ten centuries (ten centuries)
I’m the alpha, omega, and every letter between (letter between)
Step on the scene, rest in peace, leave me dead in the street
From opiate dependency, codeine, and promethazine
Bury me upon a hill with evergreen in the creek
Not the type to live until I’m fucking seventy-three, yeah
Pull up in a Chevy from ’73, yeah (ayy)
Uh (ayy), uh (ayy), ayy, ayy
Who the fuck want war?
I got acres of land protected with weaponry (okay)
A bunch of guns in my name, no need for open felonies (what?)
Accessory to murder with murderous accessories
AK, AR, twelve-gauge shotty, yeah (shotty)
.44 Magnum and the Uzi from the ’90s
.38 and the nine-millimeter in my pant lining (my pant lining)
I might cop a .45 and hold that one behind me
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
Ruby insane, insane, Ruby insane, insane
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