trees that you built swings on and killed under and dreamt under With your beloved in that first and last virginal Summer When you entered this world of blood and belief And coupled under
arsonist 'cause I'll burn you With the slug I'm funky plus I got Carpet fresh in my rug tug a war and Get dug six feet under floor plans are Banned Combat
And when it's Esham you start to scream Im hard like concrete, funky like pigs feet Nigga get crazy and you'll be under six feet Verse after verse
have is hope And all I need is time To bury in pine under six feet of time The lies I told me about myself Claw my way out Pick the splinters from under
, yeah I could a did my time standin' on one feet But see I fucked up royally thought I was slick Them herpes-havin' ass crackers changed my big check to six
proms sabotage your god with the chron Call my Dusk wildin I rapped any time for Black Helicopters Smash a teleprompter blast in front the Black Sabbath
rapture Come blackness after, I swear to fuckin' God I raise Hell And make the white man call me master, I'm six, six, six And need to repent to the
, I guess I'll follow in his footsteps Claiming a set, jacking a brother Beating a bitch, you dis the hood I'll put you six feet under Who gives a fuck
journey into the unknown wherever you might be be well my son Why just you my flesh and blood I cannot live nor understand my dearest treasures to be found six feet under
Reporter] Where'd you come from? [Billy Flynn] Mississippi [Reporter] And your parents? [Billy Flynn] Very wealthy. [Reporter] Where are they now? [Billy Flynn] Six feet under
her heels As she fled asylum grounds Committing hard crimes to soft cells Where now another's screams resound From the gaspings in her passing Six feet under
eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin off bitches' weaves Double r, pop niggas, make niggas bleed Fiends come to me my top rock's been asleep Seven foot bouncers bout to be six feet, under
Eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin' off bitches' weaves Double R, pop niggas, make niggas bleed Fiends come to me my top rock's been asleep Seven foot bouncers 'bout to be six feet, under
Ready to face the world ready to say my speech Ready to come out early feet first nigga breeched Uno uno dos tres quattro Drinkin' malt liquor out the baby bottle Five five six six
[Esham] Mama was a junkie, sometimes I used to wonder. Whether she would better of a live or six feet under. Late nights go by no sleep, born into a junkies
my wackiest two bitches Look flayer than the hennas and the low rider bitches And we left you all in stitches now we back like early morn We comin' back
Frisco, never rode a 6-4, they might ghost ride, ghost ride, but Ya Boy is low pro. Stay on the low though, Black Tims, Lacross polo, Black peekhole,
't do it An' they knew it but they still pursued it So them motherfuckers blew it So now I'm about to grab my shit An' put them son of a bitches six feet under