[Verse 1: 7TH WARD CHARIZARD]
Clouds approach
As I move through towns and quote Latin texts found under Rome
Swarmin' storms, I'm formin' horns
I'm pouring O's in styrofoam
Ignorin' ho's, I might go home
Torn in two, the guts get thrown
Them blunts get blown, afford it on my own
Spe-Spend some money, now I'm broke
I ain't worried 'bout it though, I'll get some later down the road
Root of all that's evil, I know
Six-six-six times for my soul
Slit my wrist, I'm sinkin' low
Lit my list, I'm burnin' slow
Wish for bliss, and turn to stone

[Verse 2: LIL REMAINS]
One time for the projects
Two times for the 7th Ward
Threes up for The Misfits
$uicide, we can't be ignored
Smo-Smoke I be blowin', put holes in the ozone
Ruby times $lick, we smoke out to the O gone
Couple xan bars got me callin' to postpone
This bitch who wan' fuck, but I can't 'cause I'm so gone
Unknown to the world you see, praised to by the six feet deep
Run up if you wanna, keep a weapon on me
Lookin' for the right one? I'm the one you seek
Slash, slash, cut, cut
Cock back—buck, buck!
Claim that you was rough, but now you all shot up
Said that you was tough, but now you all roughed up
Triple six killers, and they all fuck-ups