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