666 chords by Esham

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Verse 1
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"Assholes, bastards,
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fucking cunts, and pricks"
Interlude 1
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The black devils back and
Verse 2
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got
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ta step into the mix
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The brand new rhymes
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and the 6 6 6
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I shipwreck shit,
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shit get s wrecked
When I hit the set what the
fuck you expect?
PO be a motherfuckin'
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but a two timin' bitch
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I'm not a crossover, don't
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plan to switch
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I rob the rhythm like I was a witch
Nine dead bodies throw
'em in the ditch
You want to try me out to
come and test my style
I'll cut 'cha head off
and throw it in the pile
I'm versatile, the voodoo child
Don't sweat the technique,
but peep the tech style
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Gettin' wicked 'cause I'm
raisin' hell
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Doin' just as well to bust a brain cell
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The unholy, shup,
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man
Verse 3
6 6 6 and a mic in my hand
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(CHORUS)(repeated)
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6 6 6 and a mic in my hand
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6 6 6 and a mic in
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myyyyy hand
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The you- N- H- O- L- why
Verse 4
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flow for the track
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Cut your head off and fuck you so I
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know where you're heads at
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Might slip n slide yo and
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if it's not a wet one
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After I bust my nut on George Jetson
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And leave no doubts
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I'll put my foot up in your ass
and kick your fuckin' pussy out
I'm not a romantic, I leave 'em panting
I'm a psychotic, lunatic,
pschitsophrantic
I gotta tattoo of a dick on my foot
So when I kick you in your ass
I'll be fuckin' you up too
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Roll wit me, roll wit me
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If I chopped off your head the
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police'll come and get me
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I gotta ax for all the new jacks
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When I swing I know where your heads at
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Verse 5
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(CHORUS)
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I'm the mister with the
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musical mad shit
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Mannick depressant,
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but it's still kinda bad shit
I can get funky too
Or break me a good car
like a honkey too
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But I'm no white boy
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I'll slit your throat in the
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middle of the night, boy
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Killers don't talk, but stalk the streets
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I'm like a canni bal cookin'
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some dead meat
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I'm down with RLP
25 preachers in a church
couldn't save me
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I roll like a ma niac
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Some say I'm insane for that,
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rap brainiac
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Listen to the funky drummer
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Or listen to the screams of the
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victims of Jeffrey Dahmer
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Plus you don't understand
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You can't kill a dead
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man (CHORUS)
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(re peat)
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Outro 1
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(CHORUS)
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