dethtöus - 666 degress lyrics
[crydevil aka madmax]
caskets black fits
all rise 3 devilish
lock and load the spas-5th
extended clip long as my d-ck
600 years ain’t caught a l!ck
now we on a mission b-tch
time to wet some p-ssies with the
t-tanium 12 gauges suck this b-tch
vroom 64′ chevrolet skate to your place
y’all won’t escape “the doom”
buckshots peel ‘em out they flesh
you get wet cause you know him too
[the green reaper aka the crow]
m1-6 blue pit
when bark rip your back
make you front flip
kick in the pearly gates pull a cape
rain bullets from the clouds
just to leave you trapped in it
went to h-ll in 03’ k!lled a priest
he was my molester
now he rock a white sheet
3 black k’s sammy dead the backseat
got enough pain
to even make jesus blast for me
name you any rapper they can get it
and ain’t bullsh-tting firearms
long as it’s scottie pippen
feel i got a life sentence and all of that
got the gun smoking
like an asthma-tack
[ocean (gråta djävulen) aka daredevil]
oh no lock and load for gun smoke
64′ gold spokes creeping low
and on the slow
can’t shake the feeling or let it go
lately feeling like o-dog
spilling blood goat said so
it’s time to run your life hoe
[crydevil aka madmax]
if i pulled up in a q6
b-tches sit in the back
front for my 4-5th
then i pull a drive by send you sky high
skrk off in the ride
call it shot i call it baptize
tell me if you knew
i’ll show in any minute
will strap for war
will you try or die
like the rest of the b-tches in the floor?
last did with a bullet in my forehead
spit it out then loaded it
and left him all red
[the green reaper aka the crow]
got me so many gats
bet anyone of them can crack your back
got these mumble rats who rap
tied to the judas cradle bet a stack
anyone you name
i get ‘em trash possess the best
the deth set bout to have a blast
[crydevil aka madmax]
and when it hit you
feel like speeding in a crash course
the only time they ever clap
was on a backboard
well if so then my flow is like a mossberg
soon as hear it you feel it
hit you with a shaq attaq
bet my bottom dollar
i can get ‘em all sn-tched
twist your f-cking cap
what’s in the back of knapsack
can’t reattach when put your brains
on the wall guts hanging out
chop body in 4’s
and shipping in 4 different routes
or put gun to your head
and make you eat your mother out
you choose too long
bury them in two’s
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