666 is the motive lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Chef Tha Reaper]
Yo n*gga, who you think I was
We family in all but I'll murder my own cuz
Thats a fact
Not afraid to spray a n*gga
I'm the worse n*gga to be considered a father figure
I'm The best, I'm the one who destroyed the rest
Makin' Money and Makin' Moves
We the Germans, the posers are the jews
You the ho we find on the side of the road
Looking through your rottin pus*y and leave a load
My weed and my blunt is what you took from me
Your family and friends you'll never see
I'm Chef, Tha Reaper
Negihbor Hood Creepa
Stackin' askin n*ggas was brackin?
Intelligence and an army is what you lackin'

[Hook, Tyler The Creator]
This n*gga garbage
I wouldn't buy his album for 1/10 in the bargain (x4)

[Verse 2: Ghoul]
n*ggas wanna try and figure out
That n*gga in the grassy knoll hidin' out
Watch out, drive thru, I'll serve you
With a double black talon, ya chest it'll go through
I have no remorse, As I eat ya grand mama's corpse
Like my idol Jeffery Dahmer and Arthur Shawcross
If I'm locked up my cell mate's salad I'll toss
Then they'll put me in Protective Custody
Because my di*k reeks so bad, It makes period blood smell like a musty
Armpit, I just took a sh*t on my Thai Hooker
She's got a di*k between her legs, scissor kick her like booker
After I finish drownin her in my bath tub
I'll wake up from my fantasy, and wonderin why I ain't use a glove
Now I got AIDS, I'm gonna die within two years
This is what I get for going low and f*ckin' queers
[Hook, Tyler The Creator]
This n*gga garbage
I wouldn't buy his album for 1/10 in the bargain (x4)

[Verse 3: Baby Borted]
I fell from my mama's juicy pus*y
On April 20, morning pass three
At age nine, daddy left us for good
We had to move in with my granny in her bad neighborhood
The kids through threw rocks and bags of sh*t at me
Then they wondering why, sitting in class I ain't happy
My teachers givin me F's and D's
Then ask me why my homework is always covered with the corpses of fleas
One day in gym, they pushed me to my limit
Tired of this bullsh*t so I'm gonna end it
That night I dreamed of ended my life and loaded up my grandfather's mac-90
After I unload on em, they won't even find me
f*ck all that I'm gonna do what I gotta do
Because this bullying sh*t is makin a n*gga form his own crew
Of freaks, geeks, fags, and loners
We startin off robbin girl scouts and moved up to stoners
Now everybody fears and respect us
The school newspaper projects us
As a militia bent on chaos
I smile because we are the dominant self-destructive Amadeus
[Hook, Tyler The Creator]
This n*gga garbage
I wouldn't buy his album for 1/10 in the bargain (x4)

[Verse 4: Chef Tha Reaper]
From the holiest of city's to hell's kitchen
We banded together to make our parents start b*tchin'
Shouts to all the brothers and b*tches repping el Diablo
It's better than spending link on the lotto
666 is the motive that we strive to achieve
Now shut the f*ck up b*tch and wipe my ass with poison ivy leaves

[Outro]