Kickin it wit my homie scoob it's half past 4 He Rollin a blunt and I'm sittin there thinkin about how life gets old Sometimes all I really wanna do is dissappear 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 shit But I can't So jump on in the fire is great So many Mothafuckas 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 Alex Crowley yo writing is keepin me sane