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

[Outro]
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