(Choirboy)
It's gon' get dark

[Verse 1: Kold-Blooded]
Blood is pourin out my eyes
Breakin bulbs above your head
It's too late when we arrive
SCHEMA/TOOF is in da buildin
While you hatin, from outside
Castin tracks to get you live
Wit da spirits gettin high
Now finna put it down for da whole underground
Give it up right now, mainstream back down
See i never gave a fuck about da bullshit all deez people tryin prove
Makin music til da world burns down
Finna put a real damper on yo day
Tryin to stay warm, (while im in da shade)
For da shit i need
I will make you bleed
So ill still succeed
While da body decay
Don't come my way
Wit none of dat fake shit
Crew hoppin, boppin
Time wastin
2nd rate artist
Ego inflated
Synthetic
I see you tryin shine....
Some just pathetic, with issues
Their artistry's artificial
The songs are so superficial
But i'll just keep it light
And i don't ride coattails I support da real
Give a fuck bout how you feel
It's just what it is....i may not be your favorite rapper, after this
Spend your energy to hate me "da wickedness still exists"
[YEAH, YEAH]
[Hook: Kold-Blooded]
Yeah, yeah
ITS GON GET DARK (OUT HERE)....
[I DONT SEE THE SUN NO MORE]
[I DONT CARE AND I DONT FEEL]
Nah, nah
ITS GON GET DARK (OUT HERE)
[WE COMBININ VICIOUS MINDS]
[CAUSE AN ECLIPSE TO APPEAR]
Yeah yeah

[Vers 2: Ouija]
Ouija Macc off in this bitch you can bet its a movie you summoned the realest
(ohhhhhyeah yeah yeah)
These boys are pretending they thinking I'm playing til I got my glocc in their shawty pussy
(ohhhhhyeah yeah yeah)
Kick his door kick his door wipe the footprints off that hoe
Glove and ski mask in the trash burn the bodies bleach the floor
Talking evil on the tracc but face to face you just a hoe
Say you down with Satan demons heard you praying pussy bow
Let em know let em know Schema/Toof we bout to blow
Bitch I put that on the family that I put nothing before
Fucc that bullshit that you on
Fucc that bullshit that you on
Fucc that bullshit bullshit bullshit
Fucc that bullshit that you on yuh
All of my demons surrounding me you can look down on me I'm in my coffin
(ohhhhhyeah yeah yeah)
Open my eyes and I (?) in your face and you ain't gon' do nothing
(ohhhhhyeah yeah yeah)
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Choirboy]
G
We bout our digits

Ain't nothing booming with the movement unless we saying so