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mr. sisco – hell’s chant lyrics

[intro]
ye-yeah!
yeah hoe!
ye-yeah!
yeah hoe!

[verse 1: ghostemane]
lately i’ve been thinkin that i really wanna make another wave in the game
never wanna play safe
no shame in the way that i conquer my demons
and you [?]
[?] let ’em sacrifice their daughter
under the altar [?]
[?]
take what the demons and [?] have to offer
i’m chilling in my leather thong staff made of gold
got a baby named loot with a pentagram bra
she got 30 b-tches locked up in the wall
at the bottom of my dungeon where i took ’em last fall

[verse 2: kold-blooded]

blasphemous flow so controversial
raid the rap game like a roach commercial
k!llin’ my foes and it’s always personal
i hope it curse you
worser than the worst get
i don’t be up on the internet when i flex
i be chillin’ in the dark with a blunt lit
schizophrenic mind state like “who’s this?”
“who? me?” kold-blooded motherf-cker, ghostemane and sisco
$crimmy on the beat so you know it’s simple
underground kings, r.i.p. to the pimp though
never needed permission to finish an essential incantation
i’ve been waitin til the words are sequential
call me puzzle maker never breakin’ out my grip ho
separation for the sake of situation critical
never seen, and it’s schemaposse at the pinnacle

[verse 3: mr. sisco]
uhhhhhhh….
b-tch you the best, f-ck all the rest
none of you n-ggas can leave [?] (okay!)
i’m one of the best, but i just like [?]
i don’t know you n-ggas so [?] (okay!)
i’m with motherf-ckers that ain’t got no name (no!)
or n-ggas i tell to go out and find your lane
i beat a n-gga -ss like my name is bruce wayne (okay!)
hit you hard like a train, hope you n-ggas (okay! bang! bang!)
you gon’ need a f-cking miracle, these n-ggas too mythical
i can’t believe a word, these n-ggas soundin’ too pitiful (godd-mn!)
when i hit a motherf-ckers throat and it’s critical
i jump up on the mic and then i swear it’s all synical (godd-mn!)
we just laughin’ at you n-ggas -ss so it’s [?] (hah!)
i line ’em all up, pick ’em off in a miracle (okay!)
[?] crossin’ this [?], or they finna jump the border
[?] i’m a mental h–rder (blaow!)
hold up, i’m switching the flow
and i’m showing you n-ggas i’m colder (okay!)
the mafia bringing that bazz and we be knockin’ your head up off your shoulders (squad!)
hangin’ these b-tch n-ggas up like a crucifix
talkin’ so stupid can get you dismembered, b-tch! (okay!)
puttin’ these n-ggas [?]
b-tches don’t got no numbers for acknowledge
i ain’t wastin’ time with a shady clone
they ain’t never gonna get the f-ck on (uh-uh!)
i’ve been puttin’ on for my f-cking team
so your d-ck suckin’ i do not condone (b-tch!)
i ain’t wastin’ time with a shady clone
they ain’t never gonna get the f-ck on (no!)
i’ve been puttin’ on for my f-cking team
so your d-ck suckin’ i do not condone (b-tch!)

[outro: mr. sisco]
motherf-cker!
schemaposse, hoe! bazz mafia, hoe!
what it is, b-tch?

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