[Hook] Triple six, triple six, triple six smoked out Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about to shout
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous] The Indo's creating illusions The substance infesting my brain cell is causing confusion I picture teflon in slow motion It's piercing through flesh and continues to cruising Wait think straight, don't haste paste penetrate Face ace sake place base, damn I think I'm crazed Terrors the error no errors within my terror Are you scared of 6-double-6, demonically elegant elements A manic depressive agressiveness, stress me bitch And you will feel the strength of my weapons kit Tric-kory, hic-kory, dickory dock, I smoke top notch bud crop The D, the O, the P, the E, I need the B, the L, the U-N-T Because that green power flower got much love I tell you don't fuck with the Triple 6 mane Cause you know that we on them drugs Damn I'm going off with this blunt outter space rock Lord Infamous, I keep clouds of smoke flyin out my mouth
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[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca] Who's that busting up in my door Was way too slow, I hit the floor They shot up all my niggas in the kitchen flipping dominos Blood all on my leg, I wiped this shit up to my fucking head Caught them trizzicks slipping, buck them busta bitches dead Peace out to my niggas Tim and Killa, they're my broadies My momma said there be day like this But my daddy never told me And that's why I'm a hard lead twisting on my dreads I'm scared, a nigga dead, it's in my fuckin' head Thinking I would hesitate and wait to buck your bitches down Read up on my tis nigga cause I ain't no damn hologram But I'm clicking whit that quickness Like a sickness from that Triple 6 Drop you winning a splander Cut you up like Jeffrey Dahmer bitch Really I could care less 'bout a nigga tryin' to flex against The mothafuckin' Tech, you get some *shots* up in your neck And when see you the Koopsta Knicca it's a fuckin' redruM Run, run, run 'fore I leave ya damn body numb