Chef Tha Reaper - 666 is the motive lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Chef Tha Reaper] Yo n***a, who you think I was We family in all but I'll murder my own cuz Thats a fact Not afraid to spray a n***a I'm the worse n***a to be considered a father figure I'm The best, I'm the one who destroyed the rest Makin' Money and Makin' Moves We the Germans, the posers are the j**s You the ho we find on the side of the road Looking through your rottin p**y and leave a load My weed and my blunt is what you took from me Your family and friends you'll never see I'm Chef, Tha Reaper Negihbor Hood Creepa Stackin' askin n***as was brackin? Intelligence and an army is what you lackin' [Hook, Tyler The Creator] This n***a garbage I wouldn't buy his album for 1/10 in the bargain (x4) [Verse 2: Ghoul] n***as wanna try and figure out That n***a in the gra**y knoll hidin' out Watch out, drive thru, I'll serve you With a double black talon, ya chest it'll go through I have no remorse, As I eat ya grand mama's corpse Like my idol Jeffery Dahmer and Arthur Shawcross If I'm locked up my cell mate's salad I'll toss Then they'll put me in Protective Custody Because my dick reeks so bad, It makes period blood smell like a musty Armpit, I just took a sh** on my Thai Hooker She's got a dick between her legs, scissor kick her like booker After I finish drownin her in my bath tub I'll wake up from my fantasy, and wonderin why I ain't use a glove Now I got AIDS, I'm gonna die within two years This is what I get for going low and f**in' queers [Hook, Tyler The Creator] This n***a garbage I wouldn't buy his album for 1/10 in the bargain (x4) [Verse 3: Baby Borted] I fell from my mama's juicy p**y On April 20, morning pa** three At age nine, daddy left us for good We had to move in with my granny in her bad neighborhood The kids through threw rocks and bags of sh** at me Then they wondering why, sitting in cla** I ain't happy My teachers givin me F's and D's Then ask me why my homework is always covered with the corpses of fleas One day in gym, they pushed me to my limit Tired of this bullsh** so I'm gonna end it That night I dreamed of ended my life and loaded up my grandfather's mac-90 After I unload on em, they won't even find me f** all that I'm gonna do what I gotta do Because this bullying sh** is makin a n***a form his own crew Of freaks, geeks, f*gs, and loners We startin off robbin girl scouts and moved up to stoners Now everybody fears and respect us The school newspaper projects us As a militia bent on chaos I smile because we are the dominant self-destructive Amadeus [Hook, Tyler The Creator] This n***a garbage I wouldn't buy his album for 1/10 in the bargain (x4) [Verse 4: Chef Tha Reaper] From the holiest of city's to hell's kitchen We banded together to make our parents start b**hin' Shouts to all the brothers and b**hes repping el Diablo It's better than spending link on the lotto 666 is the motive that we strive to achieve Now shut the f** up b**h and wipe my a** with poison ivy leaves [Outro]