[feat. Lord Ezec AKA Danny Diablo]
Now see triple six to me ain't the number of the beast, I see triple f yeah,
forever friends and family. But if we enemies it takes on a different meaning
entirely, like f** you f** go f** 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
f**s ain't even fit to lick the sh** from my heel, name an innovator who ain't got
a million haters, you keep runnin' you mouth, I'll keep stacking my paper. And when
you see me you salute like I'm the motherf**in' general, if not go f** yourself
like your packing two kinds of genitals.
Go. This sh** is getting tired. f** it's hard to let it slide.
Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch the hustle.
Go. This sh** is getting tired. f** it's hard to let it slide.
Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch the hustle.
Go
f**
Yourself
Go f** yourself
Go
f**
Yourself
Go f** yourself
They call me the cremator, incinerate, torture.
Things burning out of control, the reapers here to take your soul,
mentally vexed, cashing those checks.
Blood lusting, I demand my respect.
Go. This sh** is getting tired. f** it's hard to let it slide.
Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch the hustle.
Go. This sh** is getting tired. f** it's hard to let it slide.
Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch the hustle.
Go
f**
Yourself
Go f** yourself
Go
f**
Yourself
Go f** yourself