[Verse 1: JJ Peters]
Triple six to me, it ain't the number of the beast
I see triple f yeah, forever, friends and family
But, if we enemies, it take on a different meanin' entirely
Like fuck you, fuck, go fuck yourself and everybody like you see
We ain't like you, you never walked a mile in our shoes
If you were sandals, we'd be steel toe boots
Plus them boots is just to big to fill, for real
You little fucks ain't even fit to lick the shit from my heel
Name an innovator who ain't got a million haters
You keep runnin' your mouth, I'll keep stacking my paper
And when you see me you salute like I'm the motherfuckin' general
If not go, fuck yourself like you're packing two kinds of genitals

[Hook: JJ Peters & Matt "Realbad" Rogers"]
(Go) This shit is getting tired
(Fuck) It's hard to let it slide
(Your) Not even worth the scuffle
(Self) Let it take the hustle
(Go) This shit is getting tired
(Fuck) It's hard to let it slide
(Your) Not even worth the scuffle
(Self) Let it take the hustle
Go
Fuck
Your
Self - go fuck yourself
Go
Fuck
Your
Self - go fuck yourself

[Verse 2: Lord Ezec]
They call me The Cremator
Incinerate, torture
Things burning out of control
The reaper's here to take your soul
Mentally vexed, cashing those checks
Blood lusting, I demand my respect

[Hook: JJ Peters & Matt "Realbad" Rogers"]
(Go) This shit is getting tired
(Fuck) It's hard to let it slide
(Your) Not even worth the scuffle
(Self) Let it take the hustle
(Go) This shit is getting tired
(Fuck) It's hard to let it slide
(Your) Not even worth the scuffle
(Self) Let it take the hustle
Go
Fuck
Your
Self - go fuck yourself
Go
Fuck
Your
Self - go fuck yourself