Sleep

Sipping on six murdered ministers

Salty blood from the cup that they call Holy Grail

Silenced for singing so many sick songs

Of a place they call heaven now schizo' broke hell

Resting upon my black throne as I spy

On suspicious subjects of sitting on souls

Sinister schemes I decided to distract on an ancient crucial

Past voodoo and scrolls

Satanic insignia wrote on the scene

It's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves

Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp

In the land of old testament days

Infinite six, eternal the six

Forever the six I sits out of the flames

Sick minded soldiers with suffering

Singing and searching to stable severe forms of pain

Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the standing

Crossed over the thorn on my venomous tips

Such innocent antisocial, my there is no sun

Daily as the rain wipes from my lips

Indulge yourself with the poisonous noises

Money and drugs, material gold

I tell you, how is your profit of man

If he gains the whole world and loses his own soul?

I click so quick, my spells are slick

I'm coming again with much more

You **** be jealous 'cause my profit selling

It's fucking your bitch, but **** rose

Just listen, I should have to mention

Your ass in the click, you fell in the click

'Cause you ran your mouth around the wrong misses bitch

Yo peep this

My **** be packing artillery

Making your ass whine

I'm packing this bomb ass car

That's robbing your ass blind all the time

You think I love you never, ****, I'm out to get my cheese

Like Roger Rabbit who framed a **** that guy left on his knees

Smoking out 'cause I needs to get high before I go on my mission

My profit soldiers call me all about this thing called pimping

So listen, ****, before you think you got a good bitch

You've got a schemer mad little boy that want the lifestyle of rich

Sleep, baby, sleep

Three Six is on the creep

Beware of the clan, prophet is just too deep

Sleep, baby, sleep

We creeping up on these hoes with the Mac-ten, Mac-twelve

Hit 'em with the Mac-eleven, catch you slipping at the 7-11

Put the swords in the back of his cap

Send him straight to heaven, seven

Then the villains couldn't stop the feds

When you fuck around with the Three Six

Mafia on top of ya

Game, really gotta wake 'em up with the piggy bank

Really though, sissy ho, we up in your house

Boo under the bed, Crunchy behind the couch

Get 'em up, quick call though

With a motherfucking shit we talking 'bout

Thugged out, drugged out already

Get 'em in their motherfucking sleep like Freddy

Split it, doing it, them motherfucking **** doing it

Pouring it, the little motherfucking posse bitch

While you thinking we slacking up, we jacking up your fucking shit

Enemies from day one but today sons don't last, so ball it

Why you running? The Three Six gun it

All bitches about the cheap

Hanging low then standing high, staying high on the motherfucking street

Should I let a **** live?

Should I let a **** die?

I should watch a **** cry

While I sing them lullaby

As the tears hit the floor

Dealing shit, how not to roar

Crunchy Black is not a whore

And Raven Red and heaven's door

As I soar through your life

You be begging for some Christ

Ain't no motherfucking Christ

All I wanna see is die

You sleep at night

We coming through your motherfucking window pane

Make sure at night you shut it tight

So the killer won't split your brain

Don't make a move in your room

You better believe it's a big surprise

Nothing but them two like a Glock

Boy, seen infrared between your eyes

Tie that bitch up with the gray tape

Rest of the body wrap it up with a belt

Chop, chop, chop, cut the dead body up

Till you know there's nothing left

Please stay sleep

Sleep, baby, sleep

Three Six is on the creep

Beware of the clan, prophet is just too deep

Sleep, baby, sleep

Sleep, baby, sleep

Three Six is on the creep

Beware of the clan, prophet is just too deep

Sleep, baby, sleep