6 6 6 F O R E V E R lyrics

[Intro: Xavier Wulf]
Posted with the set, cuttin' checks, gettin' b*tches wet
Posted with the set, cuttin' checks, gettin' b*tches wet
Posted with the set, cuttin' checks, gettin' b*tches wet
Posted with the set, cuttin' checks, gettin' b*tches wet
Posted with the set, cuttin' checks, gettin' b*tches wet
Posted with the set, cuttin' checks, gettin' b*tches wet
Posted with the set, cuttin' checks, gettin' b*tches wet
Posted with the set, cuttin' checks, gettin' b*tches wet

[Verse 1: Ramirez]
Roamin', creepin' through the night, bumpin' on that Tommy Wright
Grippin' on my f*cking knife and end this motherf*cker's life
You f*cking with G*59, ho? Go and get yo crucifix
$uicideboy$ and Ramirez all up in this b*tch
Welcome to the depths of hell
We burnin' them busters and bringing them down
Walk through the fields, I'm makin' no sound
Casting these spells, all my demons around eatin' yo flesh
Step in the darkness and ending your quest
You begging for life, but death is the best
f*cking with me, then I murder the rest, b*tch

[Verse 2: Yung Christ]
Me just creeping through the night, looking for a sacrifice
Murderous killer, drug dealer's how I'ma live my life
Oh no, that nine blow and it bust your brains
I just wanna die slow and feel all the pain
Standing by the liquor store, selling some cocaine
I'm posted in the underworld, soaking in the cold rain
Brutal destruction is comin', no runnin', I'm gunnin' to aim at your face
People don't like me, but it is okay because I do not give a f*ck about anything
The infamous cannibal chewing on snitches
In the name of Jesus, I'm through with these b*tches
Yeah, I'm through with these b*tches
[Verse 3: Yung Plague]
Grey skies turn black, now I seek nine lives
Swerving in the 'Llac, b*tch, I seep fine wine
G*59 where the beast's signs fine
Glock c*cked, got shot, man, at least nine times
I'm fine, light pine, my spine is damaged
I can barely walk, barely talk, but I'll manage
b*tch, I got the devil on my side, get on my level
Pedal to the metal, yellow in my eyes, Hell is in my sight
f*ckboys I be rollin' over like a dead body found in the middle of the night
Glowin' bright, growin' spikes
b*tch, I need a kennel, just close it tight
Shoveling dirt, b*tch, I'm covered in burns with a smirk on my face
Dumped in the flood and got blood on the pumpkin
The Jack-o'-Lantern f*cking stuffed with some brains
I'm insane with no chain
The person you used to be now is a stain, f*ckboy