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Run your mouth bitch run your mouth
Welcome to the devil's place
Burning in eternal flames
Is where your body finna lay
Baker with the double Glock he scream he'll break your fuckin face
Triple six is what we're chanting while we're tearin up the place
Run yo mouth bitch run yo mouth
What the fuck you talkin bout
If you talkin all that shit then let me see what you about
G*59 in that motherfucking place
$ and Ramirez takin over this bitch mane
Anna got me clickin trippin rippin on my fuckin tec
If a buster run his mouth an then I'm aiming at his chest
Resurrected from the dead
Noob Saibot
Hit him with a fatal shot
Rip his heart and rip it out
Look into the fuckin darkness see the fuckin black abyss
Stare into the fuckin shadows and begin to worship the six
Talking to my demons inside of my fuckin head
Looking for the fuckin bloodshed
Murder's what they said
They recognize the Grey is twisted up with the six
Keeping the shit too thick
The scarecrow without a stitch
Got to lay it down to drop a buster or sucker
Hail Satan mother fuckers
Keep the meaning undercover
Snatch a purse from your mother
Put a bullet in your brother
Ain't another mother fucker that makes you suffer like I suffer ho
59 ways to murder all in one day
The craze will have you going insane
Stillness broken by reply
And still they be wondering why I'm constantly getting high and trying to just end my life
With a swipe of a rusty blade with engraved
Tombstone without a name I'm just another slave
Motherfuckers want to talk shit
Bark all you want bitch
I know you see the shark fins creeping in the darkness
Now you nothing but an armless carcass
Bugs start to harvest
This was your fate regardless
Targets think I'm harmless but they end up on my carpet
Threads turning scarlet and so begins the carnage
Find them in the garbage
Carving in my name I gotta say it's fucking tarnished
Pull up with the motherfucking roof gone
Been too long
Wrote a blues song like Toussaint after Lucifer bought my soul
Blood spilling out my head like it was Dom Perignon
Long money in my palm
Calm as the fucking storm before the crack of fucking dawn ho