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 fuck you fuck go fuck 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 fucks ain't even fit to lick the shit 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 motherfuckin' general, if not go fuck yourself like your packing two kinds of genitals.
Go. This shit is getting tired. Fuck it's hard to let it slide. Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch the hustle.
Go. This shit is getting tired. Fuck it's hard to let it slide. Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch the hustle.
Go
Fuck
Yourself
Go fuck yourself
Go
Fuck
Yourself
Go fuck 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 shit is getting tired. Fuck it's hard to let it slide. Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch the hustle.
Go. This shit is getting tired. Fuck it's hard to let it slide. Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch the hustle.