666 — текст песни (Esham)

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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