The Road To Hell Is Highway 59

The Road To Hell Is Highway 59 Uh, bitch, I got ice on my wrist That's to stop to slice from swelling Bitch, I'll burn a fuc*** church and sell the ashes to the reverend Ask the weapon Ain't no stepping Ain't no climbing Bitch, I'm sliding, and I wreck it Curbs getting swerved over Bitch, I murder then repress it Life full of lessons and I didn't learn shit, so I burned the school too Got a sandbox full of ashes for the kids Catch me shining in the 'llac Got a diamond painted black Frame intact Flame is back Get the f*** up off the grid Hi, I want to die Blackout my eyes and crucify I find in Satan's eyes Carry my sixes around with pride Killer, killer sweeping the bodies Tony the Tommy with grip on the shotty Low life creeping and plotting Suboxone on me with a script of neurotin Body numb speaking in tongues Opium tar in my lungs Pistol-packing, skull cracking I'm that fuc*** gothic savage Vampire laced in satin Love to catch a f*** boy lacking Cadillac macking crackhead Tracking all who slacking ratting Fuc*** with the evil ones straight from the crypt Drenched in the blood from the souls that I rip Creep through the darkness–I'm murdering bustas I'm hunting whatever's inside of my circuits I'm burning these bodies–I'm digging up graves Stuck in the place where Jesus won't save Triple 6, Satan's kids G to the 59 don't play shit Serial killers, we selling our souls Fuc*** with us and your body will fold Step in the shadow where nobody knows Begging for life but it's instantly cold Voices inside of my head Pitted for murder and blood to be shed Creep out the darkness, the devil once said If you fuc*** with him, then it's death to ya' head Murda