Aite, Bet.

Clouds approach As I move through towns and quote Latin texts found under Rome Swarming storms, I'm forming horns I'm pouring Os in styrofoam Ignoring hoes, I might go home Torn in two, the guts get thrown Them blunts get blown, afford it on my own Spend-spend some money, now I'm broke I ain't worried 'bout it though, I'll get some later down the road Root of all that's evil, I know Six-six-six times for my soul Slit my wrist, I'm sinking low Lit my list, I'm burning slow Wish for bliss, and turn to stone One time for the projects Two times for the 7th Ward Threes up for The Misfits $uicide, we can't be ignored Smoke I be blowin', put holes in the ozone Ruby times $lick, we smoke out to the O gone Couple xan bars got me callin' to postpone This bitch who wanna fuck, but I can't 'cause I'm so gone Unknown to the world you see, praised to by the six feet deep Run up if you wanna, keep a weapon on me Looking for the right one? I'm the one you seek Slash, slash, cut, cut Cock back, buck, buck! Claimin' that you was rough, but now you all shot up Said that you was tough, but now you all roughed up Triple six killers, and they all fuck-ups