TRIPLE SIX
NAILED ONTO THE CRUCIFIX
I NEED A FIX
THINK YOU SNEAKY
THINK YOU CREEPY
EVIL SKUNK REST YOU TO SLEEPY
POUNDIN FISTS
LEAVIN YA BLEEDING
LEAKIN
SMELL YA REEKIN
FROM YA BURNIN IN THE FIRE
ITS A CEREMONY
HEAR THE CHOIR
MICHAEL MYERS
GRIPPIN THE TEC
AND IM MAKIN HER WET
RIDIN UP SOLO
AINT REPPIN NO SET
BURRYING THESE BODIES
ALL UP IN THE DIRT
N YOU FUCKIN W ME
N I WATCH YOU GET MURK
FUCKIN N BUCKIN
THESE BITCHES
CROSSIN THESE BRIDGES
FEELIN SO LIFTED
FUCK THE SNITCHES
STACKIN UP MY DIGITS
BY THE MINUTE
THERES NO LIMIT
BUSTA MOTHAFUCKA BITCHES
WRONG ME NOW IM FUCKIN PISSED

BITCH IM CUTTIN YOU UP
FIND ME FUCKIN YOU UP
N YOU SLOW
CUS U SIPPIN THE MUD
N YOU SIPPIN N TRIPPIN
SO HIGH OFF THESE DRUGS
AND IM QUICK WITH THESE FISTS
BUT IM HIGH OFF THE SMOKE
AND I DONT GIVE A FUCK
THEN I DIP OUT THE CUT
AND IM LEAVIN YOU ROT