Running Thru the Six

Creeping out the gutter motherfucker, check your display
Running through the Six, I’m running, running
Creeping out the gutter motherfucker, check your display
Running through the Six, I’m running, running

You’re now inside the mind of a psychopathic killer
Got my trigger finger gripping
No you will not catch me slipping
Check your, display
Got the, switchblade
Leave your, wig stained
Watch you, decay
I’mma ghost a motherfucker
Like the shadows of the night
Bitch!
Creeping with the reaper
Got the sycthe up in my right fist
No you never are alone
When your demons going rogue
Think I’m all up in your dome
And you cannot make me go
All of this ice on me
Got me feeling chilly through my veins
Gyuh!
Every move that I make in the shadows
Disappear in the haze
Going unnoticed
Disappear hocus pocus
Like a spooky ghost leave you floating
I think the end is approaching

Creeping out the gutter motherfucker, check your display
Running through the 6, I’m running, running
Creeping out the gutter motherfucker, check your display
Running through the 6, I’m running, running

Roll the dice
No rewinds
When I pull out that Forty-Five
Assassino
Pistoleiro
Envie-o para o diabo se ele topar com young Daegho

Creeping out the gutter motherfucker, check your display
Running through the 6, I’m running, running
Creeping out the gutter motherfucker, check your display
Running through the 6, I’m running, running

Fucking check your display
Fucking check your display