Budd Dwyer - It's About a 6 Hour Drive lyrics

[Intro: Three 6 Mafia] Aiming for your face Letting you hoes know the score [Verse 1: Pontius Pilate] Ate some pain pills and neurotin Gone I'm off my rocker Aim it for your face and co*k it Shoot 'em like Klay Thompson Call up Ghost to ride Done toured the country side Done died a couple times Couple low key homicides b**h I'll burn your bible Look into my rifle What makes you think I like you? Spark this blunt and then ignite you Couple lighters on my dresser yes sir Pussies tighter than a rolling presser b**h you guessed but ain't no OGG When I'm shooting it's them demons that's controlling me Ho [Intro: Three 6 Mafia] Aiming for your face Letting you hoes know the score [Verse 2: Black Smurf] You see a n***a like urban ‘bout that homicide What you thought, I let sh** go? What you though, I let you slide? b**h, I'm aiming for you face If I'm sly with that 9 fully creeping up behind Imma see you outta [?] If you dreaming trying to meet me Wake up and apologize Ain't no pus in my blood, ain't no hoe in my eyes What you thought, I was a joke? But I ain't that type of guy Memphis turned me cutthroat, made me unafraid to die So ya better watch your mouth before I hop up out this ride 'Cause when I hop up out this ride [?] co*k that nine, and I'm… [Intro: Three 6 Mafia] Aiming for your face Letting you hoes know the score [Verse 3: Yung Plague] If the devil wore leopard print I bet you'd call him Oddy Nuff Body stuffed in the trunk Now let me go ahead and light this blunt Smoking murder murder murder f**ed your b**h you don't deserve her f**ed her twice and then I curbed her I want to die it ain't unheard of Put the pistol in my mouth blew my brains out b**h I'm aiming for them f**ing grey clouds Ain't no halo From the cradle til the grave I've been able to k** these boys Smoke my blunt and sip some maple G*59 it ain't a label It's a way of life By way of life I mean its just a way to die [Intro: Three 6 Mafia] Aiming for your face Letting you hoes know the score