Letras:
Six Feet Under Sick In The Head

to me..your dead to me.. death, death, your soon to be dead, i got a 12 gage under my chin, death, death, your soon to be dead, i got a 12 gage under

t make it Dead to me- you re dead to me- you re dead to me, all dead to me Dead dead you re soon to be dead I put a 12-gauge under my chin Dead to me-

Scary Movie, bad is to evil, the roofie to Roethlisberger [Royce Da 5'9"] You are gonna wind up six feet deep Under that shits creek so I hope that

so surprisin' You know we plan on you demisin' So playa you gon' be six feet and under While I'm 300 feet and risin', BITCH! (We off what we all)? Sick

We take no haters for granted They crisscross Ten seconds till lift off Be soaked in pistol grip sauce Ripped off The techniques complete heat Retreat six feet Under six feet

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

Murdered in the basement, blood stains on cement Murdered in the basement, a hammer to the head Murdered in the basement, something's rotten in the cellar

inhaling my decrepit funk My organs and entrails you delightfully assailed Thrashing mound of thoracic de-activity A lover you have found, six feet

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