(feat. Knightowl, Mr. Shadow)



John, I'm standing on Highway 666

Running through bands like quartets

Shit broke



[Mr. Lil' One]

Stimulated by the slow track, think I need to go back

Will I consume too many ounces of the cognac

Who got your back dog, ain't no need to lie

Falsify, the wink in your eye

I remember times when you cried to me

Put that on your life you never lied to me

Now I try to be just plain old me

Where the fuck you get nuts to put smuge on me

I'ma chop it up like wood, shed a little bit of light now

And I'ma tell you where you outta be right now

Motherfucker, riding on the campaign

Who got the champagne, fucking up my last name

I got a rendevouz with all of you

So I'ma follow you and slaughter you and tell you what you outta do

Get yourself a four five, put that it in your mouth

Pull the trigger motherfucker till you blackout



[Chorus: Mr. Lil' One]

Highway 666

Is where we roam, is where we cripple motherfuckers in they dome

Highway 666

Is where we mob, is where we slaughter motherfuckers and they moms

Highway 666

Is where we hang, is where the evil motherfuckers come and bang

Highway 666

Is where we live, is where we curse motherfuckers and they kids



[Mr. Shadow]

It's your worst thought, your spot is now taken

I'm tripping off some bomb shit, now wait a second

Who's stepping, tripping, yapping or disrespecting

All you loud mouth motherfuckers feel the murder weapon

Situation where the average man

Dies with his eyes open and a gun in his hand

Turn a man into a bitch, you will get hit

On Highway 666 with broken bottle and sticks

You kicked the bucket, me, Nights and Lil' say fuck it

Catch you in the shadows of your hood cuz we love it

SD thugging, Southern Cali madness

Valley of the damned where horrific shit happens

Subtracting fools from your block, trick believe me

You'll be a headliner, missing like Chandra Levy

Looks can be decieving so don't judge the cover

You just met the three Mistahs you motherfucker



[Chorus]



[Knightowl]

I'm cursed by the spooky shit where blood likes to drip

Where fools like to pack blades with garlic on the tip

Pack a forty five, smoke fools for the fuck of it

Watch a motherfucker beg, shoot him in the fucking head

Why gives a shit, not me, watch em die

The sky be getting lit but this ain't Fourth of July

Bitches that'll yap take a nap with the sharks

Meet us at the park, it gets crazy after dark

I'll crack your fucking dome, shut them eyes like a Jap

Snap your fucking spine, best to not fuck with mine

Highway triple-6 where your life'll get stolen

Rush a motherfucker if you feel the nuts swollen

Come and take a chance where the devil likes to dance

Have you ever seen a man piss up in his pants

Cry like a baby, chances Slim just like Shady

The last thing you see my fist clutch a three eighty



[Chorus]



Highway 666