Mr. Shadow - Highway 666 lyrics

John, I'm standing on Highway 666 Running through bands like quartets sh** broke [Mr. Lil' One] 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 f** 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 Motherf**er, riding on the campaign Who got the champagne, f**ing 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 motherf**er till you blackout [Chorus: Mr. Lil' One] Highway 666 Is where we roam, is where we cripple motherf**ers in they dome Highway 666 Is where we mob, is where we slaughter motherf**ers and they moms Highway 666 Is where we hang, is where the evil motherf**ers come and bang Highway 666 Is where we live, is where we curse motherf**ers and they kids [Mr. Shadow] It's your worst thought, your spot is now taken I'm tripping off some bomb sh**, now wait a second Who's stepping, tripping, yapping or disrespecting All you loud mouth motherf**ers 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 b**h, you will get hit On Highway 666 with broken bottle and sticks You kicked the bucket, me, Nights and Lil' say f** it Catch you in the shadows of your hood cuz we love it SD thugging, Southern Cali madness Valley of the damned where horrific sh** 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 motherf**er [Chorus] [Knightowl] I'm cursed by the spooky sh** where blood likes to drip Where fools like to pack blades with garlic on the tip Pack a forty five, smoke fools for the f** of it Watch a motherf**er beg, shoot him in the f**ing head Why gives a sh**, not me, watch em die The sky be getting lit but this ain't Fourth of July b**hes that'll yap take a nap with the sharks Meet us at the park, it gets crazy after dark I'll crack your f**ing dome, shut them eyes like a Jap Snap your f**ing spine, best to not f** with mine Highway triple-6 where your life'll get stolen Rush a motherf**er 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 [Chorus] Highway 666