666 degress lyrics

[Crydevil aka madmax]
Caskets black fits
All rise 3 devilish
Lock and load the SPAS-5th
Extended clip long as my di*k
600 years ain’t caught a lick
Now we on a mission b*tch
Time to wet some pussies with the
Titanium 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 hell in 03’ killed 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 snatched
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