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(feat. Knightowl, Mr. Shadow) John, I'm standing on Highway 666 Running through bands like quartets Shit 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 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 [Chorus: Mr. Lil' One] Highway 666 SongtexteIs 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 [Mr. Shadow] 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 [Chorus] [Knightowl] 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 [Chorus] Highway 666 Aus Songtexte Mania