"Assholes, bastards, fucking cunts, and pricks"
The black devils back and gotta step into the mix
The brand new rhymes and the 6 6 6
I shipwreck shit, shit gets wrecked
When I hit the set what the fuck you expect?
PO be a motherfuckin ' but a two timin ' bitch
I 'm not a crossover, don 't plan to switch
I rob the rhythm like I was a witch
Nine dead bodies throw 'em in the ditch
You wanna try me out to come and test my style
I 'll cut 'cha head off and throw it in the pile
I 'm versatile, the voodoo child
Don 't sweat the technique, but peep the tech style
Gettin ' wicked 'cause I 'm raisin ' hell
Doin ' just as well to bust a brain cell
The unholy, shup, man
6 6 6 and a mic in my hand
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6 6 6 and a mic in my hand
6 6 6 and a mic in myyyyy hand
The U-N-H-O-L-Y flow for the track
Cut your head off and fuck you so I know where you 're heads at
Might slip n slide yo and if it 's not a wet one
After I bust my nut on George Jetson
And leave no doubts
I 'll put my foot up in your ass and kick your fuckin ' pussy out
I 'm not a romantic, I leave 'em panting
I 'm a psychotic, lunatic, pschitsophrantic
I gotta tattoo of a dick on my foot
So when I kick you in your ass I 'll be fuckin ' you up too
Roll wit me, roll wit me
If I chopped off your head the police 'll come and get me
I gotta ax for all the new jacks
When I swing I know where your heads at
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I 'm the mister with the musical mad shit
Mannick depressant, but it 's still kinda bad shit
I can get funky too
Or break me a good car like a honkey too
But I 'm no white boy
I 'll slit your throat in the middle of the night, boy
Killers don 't talk, but stalk the streets
I 'm like a cannibal cookin ' some dead meat
I 'm down with RLP
25 preachers in a church couldn 't save me
I roll like a maniac
Some say I 'm insane for that, rap brainiac
Listen to the funky drummer
Or listen to the screams of the victims of Jeffrey Dahmer
Plus you don 't understand
You can 't kill a dead man
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6 6 6
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