The Sixes Got Me

I'm in Compton but outta my town
Fiends are stuck in the drought
I'm locked in, Suboxone's holdin' me down
The kids put down
I don't live here, I'm watchin' the children sleep in the clouds
The twins were drowned, in the bedroom strung up and disemboweled
The moving vowels, lambs gettin' loud
For about five weeks I've been in the house
Naked walkin' around, dried blood on my face painted and crowned
Placed back on the gown, put it back under inside out
Swattin' flies on the couch, black blood in the crowd
The trip smells like louse, I managed to eat after it went down
Without passin' out, don't ask me how
My clique links charades, I'm trainin' bitches to hit the potty
The Sixes got me, hits and hobbies
During hits dusted out the whip is foggy
This kids the acidic fonzy
Was blown up like Whitney's body

Interlude:

Even if they only view it as sort of allegory, that idea is Luciferianism, the exultation of Lucifer in the Bible which again, makes perfect sense to the overall thesis here that what they're doing is buildin' up a-a platform to, worship him

Verse 2:

Yo
Closet holding sonar packs
Crystal meth breath blowers blowin' glass
I smack fire like explodin' labs
Seedy folder's tabs
Black roses and bakin' soda gas, loaded mags
80s golden tag, leather jacket
Bad bows are stashed
You're not supposed to laugh
College dropout, poppin' out the Volvo's back
Travolta swag
Cut throats in half, my whole life I'm cuttin' Volva? hats
Tracks reap death, coven that leaks hats
I'm bloodbath beach heads
I write raps to crackfiend them
I catch bodies like trapeze nets, I snatch dish rags
Kidnap Kleenex, the Devil's last rejects
I'm the chosen, I'm not lyin' like Otis
Power and control is the motive, sex drive is explosive
Dump 'em off like bodies off-order being tossed to closed rip
I'm homin', got a work van I follow them home in
More I'm like, Vera Tax and bone grip, Papa von Diamondus
With war on tracks I'm going missing oriented when I went in the church with Max Open
Strapped