Now see triple six to me
Ain't the number of the beast, I see triple f yeah,
Forever friends and family
But if we enemies it takes on a different meaning
Entirely, like fuck you fuck
Go fuck yourself and everybody like you see
We ain't like you, you never
Walked a mile in our shoes
If you were sandals we'd be steel toe boots
Plus them boots is just
To big to fill, for real, you little
Fucks ain't even fit to lick the shit
From my heel, name an innovator who ain't got
A million haters, you keep runnin' you mouth
I'll keep stacking my paper
And when you see me you salute like
I'm the motherfuckin' general, if not go fuck yourself
Like your packing two kinds of genitals
Go. This shit is getting tired
Fuck it's hard to let it slide
Your. Not even worth the scuffle
Self. Let it touch the hustle
Go. This shit is getting tired
Fuck it's hard to let it slide
Your. Not even worth the scuffle
Self. Let it touch the hustle
Go fuck yourself
Go fuck yourself
Go fuck yourself
Go fuck yourself
They call me the cremator, incinerate, torture.
Things burning out of control, the reapers here to take your soul,
Mentally vexed, cashing those checks.
Blood lusting, I demand my respect
Go. This shit is getting tired. Fuck it's hard to let it slide.
Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch the hustle
Go. This shit is getting tired. Fuck it's hard to let it slide.
Your. Not even worth the scuffle. Self. Let it touch the hustle
Go
Fuck
Yourself
Go fuck yourself
Go
Fuck
Yourself
Go fuck yourself
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