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