[Project Pat]
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool

[Rvmirxz]
Run your mouth, bitch, run your mouth
Welcome to the devil's place
Burning in eternal flames is where your body finna lay
Baker with the double Glock, he screams
He'll break your fuckin' face
Triple six is what we're chanting while we're tearing up the place
Run yo' mouth, bitch, run yo' mouth
What the fuck you talking 'bout?
If you talking all that shit, then let me see what you about
G*59 in that motherfucking place
$Uicideboy$ and Ramirez taking over this bitch, mane
Anna got me clicking, tripping, ripping on my fuckin' Tec
If a busta' run his mouth, an' then I'm aiming at his chest
Resurrected from the dead
Noob Saibot
Hit him with a fatal shot
Grip his heart and rip it out
Look into the fuckin darkness see the fuckin' black abyss
Stare into the fuckin shadows and begin to worship the six
Talking to my demons inside of my fuckin' head
Looking for the fuckin' bloodshed
Murder is what they said

[Project Pat]
Point me a tone, right
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya' dome fool
Point me a tone, right
Point me a tone right
Point, point, point, point
Point, point, point, point
Point, point, point, point

[$Lick $Loth]
They recognize the Grey is twisted up with the six
Keeping the shit too thick
The $carecrow without a stitch
Got to lay it down to drop a busta' or sucka'
Hail Satan, motherfuckers
Keep the meaning undercover
Snatch a purse from your mother
Put a bullet in your brother
Ain't another motherfucker makes you suffer like I suffer, hoe
59 ways to murder all in one day
The $uicide craze will have you going insane
Stillness broken by reply
And still, they be wondering why I'm constantly getting high
And trying to just end my life
With a swipe of a rusty blade with $lick engraved
Tombstone without a name, I'm just another slave

[Project Pat]
Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a
Point

[Yung Plague]
Motherfuckers want to talk shit
Bark all you want, bitch
I know you see the shark fins creeping in the darkness
Now you nothing but an armless carcass
Bugs start to harvest
This was your fate regardless
Targets think I'm harmless, but they end up on my carpet
Threads turning scarlet, and so begins the carnage
Find them in the garbage
Carving in my name, I gotta say it's fucking tarnished
Pull up with the motherfucking roof gone
Been too long
Wrote a blues song like Toussaint after Lucifer bought my soul
Blood spilling out my head like it was Dom Perignon
Long money in my palm
Calm as the fucking storm before the crack of fucking dawn, hoe
Point me a tone, right