THREE 6 MAYHEM

(Hook: Ritual Chant – Echoes of the Abyss) Three from the six, Pat on the path to the pitch-black pit, Horrorcore hymns, limbs limb from the limb-o, split. G******e grind, cosmic grind, bloodline blind, mind unwind, Eldritch echoes, delta devils, we devilish, yeah we devilish, ( Yeeeah, devils!) we devilish, ( yeeeah haunted!) Step, step, on your turf, that's a bad, bad call, See the fear in your eyes, man, you know you gonna fall. We don't leave a body whole, we leave a puzzle piece, I be talkin' to the devil, askin' for my release. Yeah, that red on the sidewalk, lookin' like a bad stain, You forgettin' what I told ya, need to remember the pain. Put that thing right on your chin, make you drop like a pin, Triple Six Mindstate 'til the day that I win! Pull up to the trap with a mask and a grin, Soul so cold, need a jacket of sin. Evil in my pocket, angels won’t win, Talk slick once, get tossed in the bin. Life ain’t fair but the streets stay hungry, Money smell sweet, but the b***d smell funny. Dark side callin’ when the sky get sunny, You can lose yo’ soul tryna chase that money. Body in the freezer, icebox vibes, Don’t trust no smile with them snakebite eyes. Pray to the Lord, but the devil got ties, Everybody love truth till the truth sound like lies. (Hook: Ritual Chant – Echoes of the Abyss) Three from the six, Pat on the path to the pitch-black pit, Horrorcore hymns, limbs limb from the limb-o, split. G******e grind, cosmic grind, bloodline blind, mind unwind, Eldritch echoes, delta devils, we devilish, yeah we devilish, ( Yeeeah, devils!) we devilish, ( yeeeah haunted!) I be lookin' in the mirror, but it ain't my face, That Triple Six got me movin' with an evil, steady pace. Walkin' through your neighborhood, man, the dogs start to bark, They can smell the damn darkness, man, I left my soul in the dark. You see that b***d drip? Man, that ain't even mine, That's a mark on the wicked for commitin' a crime. Got the candles on the table, doin' the sacrifice, Yeah, you payin' the full price, when you step on the ice! (The Occult Chant - Koopsta Knicca / Lord Infamous Style) (Slow, repetitive, and chanted with heavy reverb and that low, demonic whisper ad-lib: "Triple Six...") B***D CLOT! Yeah, I sold my soul for the clock! That Triple Six life, man, we ain't ever stop! B***D CLOT! Yeah, I hear the demons sing! They gave me everything, that money and that bling! B***D CLOT! Yeah, from the hell, straight to the earth! I got that dark power, show you what this worth! we devilish, ( Yeeeah, devils!) we devilish, ( yeeeah haunted!)