Sarcophagus (feat. $Uicideboy$)

Run your mouth bitch run your mouth
 Welcome to the devil's place
 Burning in eternal flames
 Is where your body finna lay
 Baker with the double Glock he scream he'll break your fuckin face
 Triple six is what we're chanting while we're tearin up the place
 Run yo mouth bitch run yo mouth
 What the fuck you talkin bout
 If you talkin all that shit then let me see what you about
 G*59 in that motherfucking place
 $uicideboy$ and Ramirez takin over this bitch mane
 Anna got me clickin trippin rippin on my fuckin tec
 If a buster run his mouth an then I'm aiming at his chest
 Resurrected from the dead
 Noob Saibot
 Hit him with a fatal shot
 Rip his heart and rip it out
 Look into the fuckin darkness see the fuckin black abyss
 Stare into the fuckin shadows and begin to worship the six
 Talking to my demons inside of my fuckin head
 Looking for the fuckin bloodshed
 Murder's what they said
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 They recognize the Grey is twisted up with the six
 Keeping the shit too thick
 The scarecrow without a stitch
 Got to lay it down to drop a buster or sucker
 Hail Satan mother fuckers
 Keep the meaning undercover
 Snatch a purse from your mother
 Put a bullet in your brother
 Ain't another mother fucker that makes you suffer like I suffer ho
 59 ways to murder all in one day
 The $uicide craze will have you going insane
 Stillness broken by reply
 And still they be wondering why I'm constantly getting high and trying to just end my life
 With a swipe of a rusty blade with $lick engraved
 Tombstone without a name I'm just another slave
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 Motherfuckers want to talk shit
 Bark all you want bitch
 I know you see the shark fins creeping in the darkness
 Now you nothing but an armless carcass
 Bugs start to harvest
 This was your fate regardless
 Targets think I'm harmless but they end up on my carpet
 Threads turning scarlet and so begins the carnage
 Find them in the garbage
 Carving in my name I gotta say it's fucking tarnished
 Pull up with the motherfucking roof gone
 Been too long
 Wrote a blues song like Toussaint after Lucifer bought my soul
 Blood spilling out my head like it was Dom Perignon
 Long money in my palm
 Calm as the fucking storm before the crack of fucking dawn ho