In your head a gush of blood runs from you As the fine red mist clears and falls like rain To kill again and again Shot in the head A.22 to the back
the girl's breast has swelled to the size of a woman, although she's twelve The whole world is sick, sick, sick Trapped up in six, six, six I started
fuckin' state tryin' come up in this world, 'cause it's money to make laid to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground? so maybe six feet, will make
" And they blew down the door [Incomprehensible] snitching involved Wonder who? A boss, or a nigga under you Probably figure it out when you sit for one or two Six
going out of my head since I found you But you turned out to be poison, now I'm feelin' blue But everythin' will be alright if I can keep you out of sight Six feet under
& Timbaland] Get your big head on the floor (get your big head on the floor) You ain't ever seen me move like this Get your big head on the floor (
six feet under You get walked out the door And your feet don't touch the floor You're never gonna see `em no more The dawn starts to break Your heads
lose my head like years ago Sticks and stones break bones but what I say'll hurt you worse Leavin' you feelin' dead an' buried like you're six feet under
up in the Six Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet
and I keep that throwaway So if a nigga wanna try, his ass gon' die Six feet under the dirt you lie So duck when I bust, I'll shoot your ass off anger
year old kid got bucked The sweet premium classic lay your ass flat as a mattress Smack your head off the axis, the rhyme facious Silencer on the tech-nine shot
down took fourteen reds and shaved your head and let a semi run you down you filed your teeth and chromed your feet, shot a fifteen under par prayed
speak my mind Been an overachiever since day number one Brought a chainsaw to my own circumcision And no rest for the weary I'll sleep when I'm six feet deep under
around your dead body Abandon ship, niggaz are ready to flip and bag a punk They can't fight next night, twistalism by your grave sight Over, yes, you over six feet under
are gone And their figures cast in lead From the fountains at their feet To the bird shit on their head And I can't help but wonder As they lay six feet under
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
, 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
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
