"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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