Priest Of Purgatory Lyrics

Fuck a triple six

I need triple dolla signs

I'm loadin' up the sticks for a triple homicide

I'll smoke ya like a spliff got ashes in my eyes

I rise from the grave no grace when you die

homie

They yellin' they screamin' they cry

Oh please

I'm feelin' alive no stopping

hippie

Chillin' in all black

Chiefin' on a sack

Of that good ass gas

I'm planning to attack an all black Cadillac I'm coming in swingin' and slashin' my battle axe

Y'all mothafuckas can't handle that

Come and try me I'll show you I'm really 'bout that

Action, pack shit, run up and become past tense

Becomin' numb but not lackin' sense

Becomin' dumb but I'm liking it

Shoot you in the dome

Middle finger to ya bro

Carvin' out your liver for the feast then feed the rest to the crows

Say goodbye to your hoes

Say farewell to your friend

I would just remember who you're fucking with when you pray Sunday morning

With the Priest of Purgatory

I don't really give a fuck what you got goin' on I bet it's boring

I got plenty bars

Up til 9 in the morn' dreaming 'bout tourin'

Have a gun in the pentagon til the break of dawn while the congress stormin'