Bitch I'm grippin up on my tone
No one gon hear you scream
we all alone 
Pissin on yo fuckin grave
Deception Killas dont play 

Devilish smile on my face
In the woods it takes place
Hang you from a tree 
Bitch we on creep 

Get yo fuckin wig split 
Or a face fulla spit 
Bitches come and go 
Ian gon worry bout a hoe 

This devil shit is all I know 
Bustas gonna die slow
Sacrifice yo soul 
Puff the drow
Only one pull 
Triple 6 on my line 
Bitch Ill leave you in a box fulla pine 
Evil pimpin
Neva simpin 
Here for the killin 
Manic mane chillin 
In a freezer
With a dozen bodies 
A heater
And 6 shotties 

Iceberg mane 
Gonna eat yo brain


2. 6 SHOTTIES

Manic Mane