6,6,6, u gotta watch for trix, fixed, for a time, for pricks, to do crime, but who dont wanna do the time, for actions, reactions, tractions on the cars they rob, get blow jobs, and now they think they hard, like they dick, when they try to stick it, instead, they get flip'd and stuck, man, he just got fucked, head busted n bleed'n, like a 10 point buck, who got blown away, by the chev'ro'lay, hit at 90 miles per hour, car showered, in blood, that resembles the crook, who took, the car in the first place, shit busted n bleed'n, it gives you a whole new meanin, to 6,6,6, so fuck pricks who try to fix up, the triple 6, yup, the day when evil should appear, but the superstition disappears, when they realise it was all in they head, and they start to see red, and they go physco, its a cycle, and they wake up, baked up, from their physco-active, break-up, in a white room, confused as hell, about to yell, yea bitch, u ina cell, from a physcotic break-out, CaSs, mentally disturbed, from these herb n pills, thrills, yea its a story about drugs that kill, them physco-active thugs that steal, or make a deal, well, i'll murder the critics and leave your fucking body rotten for the roaches and crickets