text: Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
  Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
  Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
  Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
  Run your mouth, bitch, run your mouth
  Welcome to the devils place
  Burning in eternal flames is where your body finna lay
  Baker with the double Glock, he screams
  Hell break your fuckin face
  Triple six is what were chanting while were tearing up the place
  Run yo mouth, bitch, run yo mouth
  What the fuck you talking bout?
  If you talking all that shit, then let me see what you about
  G59 in that motherfucking place
  $UICIDEBOY$ and Ramirez taking over this bitch, mane
  Anna got me clicking, tripping, ripping on my fuckin TEC
  If a busta run his mouth, an then Im aiming at his chest
  Resurrected from the dead
  Noob Saibot
  Hit him with a fatal shot
  Grip his heart and rip it out
  Look into the fuckin darkness see the fuckin black abyss
  Stare into the fuckin shadows and begin to worship the six
  Talking to my demons inside of my fuckin head
  Looking for the fuckin bloodshed
  Murder is what they said
  Point me a tone, right–
  Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
  Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
  Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
  Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
  Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a–
  Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
  Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
  Point me a tone, right–
  Point me a tone right–
  Point, point, point, point
  Point, point, point, point
  Point, point, point, point
  They recognize the Grey is twisted up with the six
  Keepin the shit too thick, the $carecrow without a stitch
  Got to lay it down to drop a busta or sucka
  Hail Satan, motherfuckers, keep the meanin undercover
  Snatch a purse from your mother, put a bullet in your brother
  Aint another motherfucker makes you suffer like I suffer, hoe
  59 ways to murder all in one day
  The $uicide craze will have you going insane
  Stillness broken by reply
  And still, they be wondering why Im constantly getting high
  And trying to just end my life
  With a swipe of a rusty blade with $lick engraved
  Tombstone without a name, Im just another slave
  Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a
  Point–
  Motherfuckers want to talk shit
  Bark all you want, bitch
  I know you see the shark fins creeping in the darkness
  Now you nothing but an armless carcass
  Bugs start to harvest
  This was your fate regardless
  Targets think Im harmless, but they end up on my carpet
  Threads turning scarlet, and so begins the carnage
  Find them in the garbage
  Carving in my name, I gotta say its fucking tarnished, uh
  Pull up with the motherfucking roof gone
  Been too long
  Wrote a blues song like Toussaint after Lucifer bought my soul
  Blood spilling out my head like it was Dom Perignon
  Long money in my palm
  Calm as the fucking storm before the crack of fucking dawn, ho
  Point me a tone, right...