Blinding my eyes from my nature Robbing my quiet solitude Of tranquility of tranquility I'm falling down I'm falling down Oh let these falling leaves
drought, you assed out When you hear my name, nigga, you hear my street, nigga When you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet deep You think six feet
crossin my path, i'ma drop this 12-guage shell down On the road to destruction, guage eruption, creepin so i'm cautious Catch a nigga sleep, six feet
up, you moldin soldiers to pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder Think of how many dudes died tryin to be down with you Everybody's under six feet
I do?) Forget about Born, or else you're through (Ahh...) She said (But, but I love him!) Hm, I wonder Is love worth bein six feet under? Nope (And that
ya dig? Bet you often wonder how this youngster's bump is super sick Bet you wonder how you breathe? Bet you wonder why the leaves Fall up off the trees In the Fall
start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in? Do you ever feel already buried deep? Six feet under
bound, crossin' my path I'ma drop this 12-guage shell down On the road to destruction, guage eruption Creepin' so I'm cautious Catch a nigga sleep, six feet
no fair one 'Cause we was dealt the bad hand from the jump And we can't deal, so we jack and get drunk And might end up locked down or six feet But in
the getaway spot in a jiffy Leave all the does behind that act iffy We got maneuvers, that's hard to beat Till the other side retreats under six feet
living so scandalous Head the fuck out, they 'fraid they can't handle us Killa feelings and vandalous Even when you creep so deep, shifters got you by six feet
have some kind of fall All my words, all my words They have lost all their worth Nothing's good enough for anyone And the look on my face Leaves a subtle
who was Hung by his head beneath us, laying in their graves Damnation free-for-all" Dead beat, six feet, dead underground An eye for an eye, only leaves
alone And I don't believe it will 'Til I'm dead and gone My head won't leave my head alone And I don't believe it will 'Til I'm six feet under ground
Reporter] Where'd you come from? [Billy Flynn] Mississippi [Reporter] And your parents? [Billy Flynn] Very wealthy. [Reporter] Where are they now? [Billy Flynn] Six feet under
her heels As she fled asylum grounds Committing hard crimes to soft cells Where now another's screams resound From the gaspings in her passing Six feet under
