Schemes - The Doppelgangaz

Yo, yo, yo, ayo holla' at me, but don’t holla' at me

Keep a fat hag with a back fulla bacne

His hairline workin' on a 3 shape

Spare time smirkin' on how to fake a knee-break

A true ache for a splurgery

Methods it will take like an unneeded surgery

A photoshop 3rd degree burnin' me

Just so he could earn a G turn to the furnace, see

He sell what he stole like a PF shelltoe

Just to get up out the hell hole

Stuck like velcro, dwell where the smell old

Sharkin' chickens up in Melrose!

If you don’t like it, burn them things

Get a new pad with them old dad furnishings

Known to run stints with the fowl work

Ink on the body plus a shoddy prince albert

(hook)

(Matter ov Fact)

Yo, yo it’s clear as the coast is

That his vaneers are the grossest

Bless a house mic with severe halitosis

Nothin' else poppin' for the tall brute

Word on the streets that he’s shoppin' for a lawsuit

Black man and the short male white

Known to jam the brakes with the two blown tail lights

So before you set your sail with your flight

Just make yourself a shandy and throw some ale in your sprite, iiight?

Nigga hit the town trollin', crawlin' out the drivers side hit the ground

rollin'

Things could be deceiving on the journey

Even a love tap and he’s leavin' on a gurney

He’s just a poor litigant, who needs a settlement to cope with his torn

ligament

Neck brace, that’s a fashion accessory

For a little taste of the cash in the treasury