The Road To Hell Is Highway 59

Bitch I got ice on my wrist
 That's to stop to slice from swelling
 Bitch I'll burn a fucking church and sell the ashes to the reverend
 Ask the weapon
 Ain't no stepping
 Ain't no climbing
 Bitch I'm sliding and I wreck it
 Curbs getting swerved over
 Bitch I murder then repress it
 Life full of lessons and I didn't learn shit
 So I burned the school too
 Got a sandbox full of ashes for the kids
 Catch me shining in the Lac
 Got a diamond painted black
 Frame in tact
 Flame is back
 Get the fuck up off the grid
 Hi, I want to die
 Black out my eyes and crucify
 I fine in Satan's eyes
 Carry my sixes around with pride
 Killer, killer sweeping the bodies
 Tony the Tommy with grip on the shotty
 Low life creeping and plotting
 Suboxone on me with a script of neurotin
 Body numb speaking in tongues
 Opium tar in my lungs
 Pistol packing skull cracking
 I'm that fucking gothic savage
 Vampire laced in satin
 Love to catch a fuck boy lacking
 Cadillac macking crackhead
 Tracking all who slacking ratting
 Fucking with the evil ones straight from the crypt
 Drenched in the blood from the souls that I rip
 Creep through the darkness, I'm murdering bustas
 I'm huntin whatever's inside of my circuits
 I'm burning these bodies, I'm diggin up graves
 Stuck in the place where Jesus won't save
 Triple 6, Satan's kids
 G to the 59 don't play shit
 Serial killers we sellin our souls
 Fuckin with us and your body will fold
 Step in the shadow where nobody knows
 Begging for life but it's instantly cold
 Voices inside of my head
 Fitted for murder and blood to be shed
 Creep out the darkness, the devil once said
 If you fucking with him then it's death to ya head
 Murda