[Verse 1: Ramirez] 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 $uicideboy$ 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 (?) 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
[Verse 2: $lick $loth] 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 $uicide 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 $lick engraved Tombstone without a name I'm just another slave
[Verse 3: Yung Plague] 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 hoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
