666 lyrics

[Verse]
Tell ya bustas what I f*ck you up I'm smokin' plenty blunts
The sickness through the peoples mind it's always gettin' on the line
I ain't seen the light in many years you're cryin' coloured tiers
You shackled in my f*ckin' leathers place this mind in not the mare
Do not talk to me when I am creepin' in the centrefold
The pieces to the puzzle is under the covers hold 'em off
I'm so lost, I'm so lost, in the motherf*ckin' sauce
An evil would you please just please, just I don't give a f*ck you see