Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,
She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance
Yeah.......we got that number six
And shrimp might run and tell the pigs
The real muscle in the message of that
Extravagant false flags all fabricated
600 benz, house six hundred grand
Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand
(six minutes, six minutes, slim shady, you're on)
Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong
Still six figures i figure,
You wife ain't shit, we g'd her
Six and a half million
On the bible you can run
Poke out from behind her
Yeah he's six feet under
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