Slug Christ - 6 Grams lyrics

[Hook: Slug Christ] (2x) I told myself I gotta start stackin' paper But f** all these addictions Hit a lick so cold Slip it in a minute Keep my arms raised up It's cool I f**ed the witness And I'm ripped solo A comma an some digits [Verse 1: Slug Christ] A K low Don't f** with me A hunnid grams To use personally Two sides f** a trinity Middle finger nailed Can you tell me what that one thing is I know you f**in' know Don't you tell me it's a secret When it's cummin' in your throat Retreat to euthanasia Or figure out the joke A choice that comes free Hit you with all that I got Lookin' like heavy arms When enter ya spot You can not damage me brah I'm the main character You're just a supportin' role Filler's all they need ya for It's over In and out the door Beggin' and scrapin' for more Manifestin' a crack who*e s**in' that dick 'til you gore [Bridge: Slug Christ] A dime sack Don't talk to me Couple zones On the balcony k** yourself Ya blasphemy Couple grand [Hook: Slug Christ] (2x) I told myself I gotta start stackin' paper But f** all these addictions Hit a lick so cold Slip it in a minute Keep my arms raised up It's cool I f**ed the witness And I'm ripped solo A comma an some digits [Verse 3: The Yung Link] b**h it's me, n***a it's the f**in' Link I'm takin' your riches and puttin' you six feet deep Underground while you sleep n***a I'mma creep Through your mothaf**in' hood while you countin' your sheep Got the mask on my face and be bustin' your b**hes on repeat Watch the blood leak I'm blowin' on that stank pack type sh** Houston Tex promethazine that lonestar pint sh** When I go broke I then kick in the doe and leave everybody Wig split Fall to teh floe and then give me yoe doe and then feel your f**in' body drip I got the licka through my f**in' veins n***a talk sh** and 900 the klick make them motherf**in' bullets rain n***a on your a** Make them hollow points blast I empty the clips I'm takin' no sh**s Pop you like a zit Like I'm poppin' a clit n***a don't trip On my pistol grip Bullets shells rang Makin' a stang Givin' you pain Showin' no shame f** all you lames I'm bustin' on your b**hes I'm takin' your riches Then droppin' them bodies off in a ditches Believe in no snitches [Hook: Slug Christ] (2x) I told myself I gotta start stackin' paper But f** all these addictions Hit a lick so cold Slip it in a minute Keep my arms raised up It's cool I f**ed the witness And I'm ripped solo A comma an some digits