Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Highway 666 (feat. Mr. Knightowl & Mr. Shadow) , by - Mr. KnightowlRelease date: 10.07.2008
Song language: English
Highway 666 (feat. Mr. Knightowl & Mr. Shadow) |
| John, I’m standing on Highway 666 |
| Running through bands like quartets |
| Shit broke |
| Stimulated by the slow track, think I need to go back |
| Will I consume too many ounces of the cognac |
| Who got your back dog, ain’t no need to lie |
| Falsify, the wink in your eye |
| I remember times when you cried to me |
| Put that on your life you never lied to me |
| Now I try to be just plain old me |
| Where the fuck you get nuts to put smuge on me |
| I’ma chop it up like wood, shed a little bit of light now |
| And I’ma tell you where you outta be right now |
| Motherfucker, riding on the campaign |
| Who got the champagne, fucking up my last name |
| I got a rendevouz with all of you |
| So I’ma follow you and slaughter you and tell you what you outta do |
| Get yourself a four five, put that it in your mouth |
| Pull the trigger motherfucker till you blackout |
| Highway 666 |
| Is where we roam, is where we cripple motherfuckers in they dome |
| Highway 666 |
| Is where we mob, is where we slaughter motherfuckers and they moms |
| Highway 666 |
| Is where we hang, is where the evil motherfuckers come and bang |
| Highway 666 |
| Is where we live, is where we curse motherfuckers and they kids |
| It’s your worst thought, your spot is now taken |
| I’m tripping off some bomb shit, now wait a second |
| Who’s stepping, tripping, yapping or disrespecting |
| All you loud mouth motherfuckers feel the murder weapon |
| Situation where the average man |
| Dies with his eyes open and a gun in his hand |
| Turn a man into a bitch, you will get hit |
| On Highway 666 with broken bottle and sticks |
| You kicked the bucket, me, Nights and Lil' say fuck it |
| Catch you in the shadows of your hood cuz we love it |
| SD thugging, Southern Cali madness |
| Valley of the damned where horrific shit happens |
| Subtracting fools from your block, trick believe me |
| You’ll be a headliner, missing like Chandra Levy |
| Looks can be decieving so don’t judge the cover |
| You just met the three Mistahs you motherfucker |
| I’m cursed by the spooky shit where blood likes to drip |
| Where fools like to pack blades with garlic on the tip |
| Pack a forty five, smoke fools for the fuck of it |
| Watch a motherfucker beg, shoot him in the fucking head |
| Why gives a shit, not me, watch em die |
| The sky be getting lit but this ain’t Fourth of July |
| Bitches that’ll yap take a nap with the sharks |
| Meet us at the park, it gets crazy after dark |
| I’ll crack your fucking dome, shut them eyes like a Jap |
| Snap your fucking spine, best to not fuck with mine |
| Highway triple-6 where your life’ll get stolen |
| Rush a motherfucker if you feel the nuts swollen |
| Come and take a chance where the devil likes to dance |
| Have you ever seen a man piss up in his pants |
| Cry like a baby, chances Slim just like Shady |
| The last thing you see my fist clutch a three eighty |
| Highway 666 |