Highway 666 lyrics

John, I'm standing on Highway 666
Running through bands like quartets
sh*t broke

[Mr. Lil' One]
Stimulated by the slow track, think I need to go back
Will I consume too many ounces of the cognac
Who got your back dog, ain't no need to lie
Falsify, the wink in your eye
I remember times when you cried to me
Put that on your life you never lied to me
Now I try to be just plain old me
Where the f*ck you get nuts to put smuge on me
I'ma chop it up like wood, shed a little bit of light now
And I'ma tell you where you outta be right now
Motherf*cker, riding on the campaign
Who got the champagne, f*cking up my last name
I got a rendevouz with all of you
So I'ma follow you and slaughter you and tell you what you outta do
Get yourself a four five, put that it in your mouth
Pull the trigger motherf*cker till you blackout

[Chorus: Mr. Lil' One]
Highway 666
Is where we roam, is where we cripple motherf*ckers in they dome
Highway 666
Is where we mob, is where we slaughter motherf*ckers and they moms
Highway 666
Is where we hang, is where the evil motherf*ckers come and bang
Highway 666
Is where we live, is where we curse motherf*ckers and they kids
[Mr. Shadow]
It's your worst thought, your spot is now taken
I'm tripping off some bomb sh*t, now wait a second
Who's stepping, tripping, yapping or disrespecting
All you loud mouth motherf*ckers feel the murder weapon
Situation where the average man
Dies with his eyes open and a gun in his hand
Turn a man into a b*tch, you will get hit
On Highway 666 with broken bottle and sticks
You kicked the bucket, me, Nights and Lil' say f*ck it
Catch you in the shadows of your hood cuz we love it
SD thugging, Southern Cali madness
Valley of the damned where horrific sh*t happens
Subtracting fools from your block, trick believe me
You'll be a headliner, missing like Chandra Levy
Looks can be decieving so don't judge the cover
You just met the three Mistahs you motherf*cker

[Chorus]

[Knightowl]
I'm cursed by the spooky sh*t where blood likes to drip
Where fools like to pack blades with garlic on the tip
Pack a forty five, smoke fools for the f*ck of it
Watch a motherf*cker beg, shoot him in the f*cking head
Why gives a sh*t, not me, watch em die
The sky be getting lit but this ain't Fourth of July
b*tches that'll yap take a nap with the sharks
Meet us at the park, it gets crazy after dark
I'll crack your f*cking dome, shut them eyes like a Jap
Snap your f*cking spine, best to not f*ck with mine
Highway triple-6 where your life'll get stolen
Rush a motherf*cker if you feel the nuts swollen
Come and take a chance where the devil likes to dance
Have you ever seen a man p*ss up in his pants
Cry like a baby, chances Slim just like Shady
The last thing you see my fist clutch a three eighty
[Chorus]

Highway 666