[Chorus: Dirty]
\nWe comin' through, rippin' flesh
\nHey! Look at us, we breakin' necks
\nSixty-six, sixty-six, sixty-six deaths
\nWe comin' through, rippin' flesh
\nHey! Look at us, we breakin' necks
\nSixty-six, sixty-six, sixty-six deaths
\nWe comin' through, rippin' flesh
\nHey! Look at us, we breakin' necks
\nSixty-six, sixty-six, sixty-six deaths
\nWe comin' through, rippin' flesh
\nHey! Look at us, we breakin' necks
\nSixty-six, sixty-six, sixty-six deaths
\n
\n[Verse 1: Ruthless Rob]
\nI got a cup of redrum (yah), come and get some (Yah)
\nFuck the dumb shit, bitch, I'm bringing bedlam (Yah)
\nWhere the fuck you from? (Yah) I'm from the darkside
\nStick you with a sharp knife, leave you in thе archives (Yah)
\nWe homicidal, take a shit on top your Biblе
\nDrink my shit straight out the bottle, suicidal role model (Yah)
\nAin't no survival when you crossin' SixtySix
\nBitch, you know you fuckin' with a gang of crazy lunatics (Yah)
\nI'm off my rocker, drinking large amounts of vodka
\nStick my finger up your butt and pussy, hit you with this shotgun (Yah)
\nI'm hellbound, how the hell does that sound?
\nRing the church bells, bitch, welcome to the dog pound (Yah)
\nI chow down on you phony emcees
\nRun up in your crib and leave that motherfucker empty
\nBitch, please, [thick Ds?], devil shit in me
\nUnderground King (yah), but my name ain't Pimp C
\n
\n[Chorus: Dirty]
\nWe comin' through, rippin' flesh
\nHey! Look at us, we breakin' necks
\nSixty-six, sixty-six, sixty-six deaths
\nWe comin' through, rippin' flesh
\nHey! Look at us, we breakin' necks
\nSixty-six, sixty-six, sixty-six deaths
\n
\n[Verse 2: Raven Hunter]
\nSee me as I'm comin', creepin'
\nHeard my name on the news this weekend
\nWhole town panic, never sleepin'
\nWeed in the bong, bitch just caught me chiefin'
\nKnife slides in, yeah, it goes so deep
\nAnd pull it out fast, bitch, sound like she queefin'
\nBlood spills quick, oh, this bitch a squirter
\nSomething just snapped, I ain't mean to hurt her
\nIt's just what I am, ready to commit a murder
\nMeat for the grinder, fresh ground burgers
\nAnd you know the secret's all in the meat it seems
\nAnd the saw is buzzin', keep it in the family
\nStrips ripped off, yeah, soon you'll finally see
\nMy brand new face baby, this is me!
\nBitch, I'm the pale one, what you think?
\nAssault and Battery, don't even blink
\nYou know what they say, loose ship sinks
\nSo close up them lips 'cause I'm seein' pink
\nCookin' up your sister, he turns blistered
\nAs you beg me to stop but I ain't no quitter
\nBitch, finally dead talkin' heavy hitters
\nDon't tell me what to do 'cause it's fuck you mister
\nIt's SixtySix my friend, we comin' through again
\n
\n[Chorus: Dirty]
\nWe comin' through, rippin' flesh
\nHey! Look at us, we breakin' necks
\nSixty-six, sixty-six, sixty-six deaths
\nWe comin' through, rippin' flesh
\nHey! Look at us, we breakin' necks
\nSixty-six, sixty-six, sixty-six deaths
\n
\n[Verse 3: Bracko]
\nYeah, they whisperin' in the hushed tones about our games
\nSaid we fit their boring lives and set their hearts aflame
\nSo we gonna take this town, yeah, and all its fame
\nLeave 'em in a hot frenzy and we're to blame (Ah!)
\nShit's so quiet but it wou-wou-wouldn't stay the same
\n'Cause we brought a hurricane so they remember our name
\nNow we step into the spotlight, shadows at our side
\nWith a swagger in our step and a grin so wide
\nI've been trying to run and hide but they can't escape
\nWe're gonna twist their freakin' bones into a new freakin' shape
\nYeah, we'll shake the str-str-streets and light their hearts on fire
\nA force of nature, watch the fla-fla-flames grow higher
\nYeah, SixtySix Killz with a wicked plan
\nWe're gonna shake things up and make 'em all understand
\nAh! That [?] and they'll never forget
\nThe night we arrived and their woes upset (Ah!)
\n
\n[Chorus: Dirty]
\nWe comin' through, rippin' flesh
\nHey! Look at us, we breakin' necks
\nSixty-six, sixty-six, sixty-six deaths
\nWe comin' through, rippin' flesh
\nHey! Look at us, we breakin' necks
\nSixty-six, sixty-six, sixty-six deaths
\n
\n[Outro: Ruthless Rob & Dirty]
\nI got a cup of redrum (yah), come and get some (Yah)
\nFuck the dumb shit, bitch, I'm bringing bedlam (Yah)
\nWhere the fuck you from (yah), I'm from the darkside
\nStick you with a sharp knife, leave you in the archives (Yah)
\nWe homicidal, take a shit on top your Bible
\nDrink my shit straight out the bottle, suicidal role model (Yah)
\n(We comin' through, rippin' flesh
\nHey! Look at us, we breakin' necks
\nSixty-six, sixty-six, sixty-six deaths
\nWe comin' through, rippin' flesh
\nHey! Look at us, we breakin' necks
\nSixty-six, sixty-six, sixty-six deaths)
\nAin't no survival when you crossin' SixtySix
\nBitch, you know you fuckin' with a gang of crazy lunatics (Yah)\n\n
