Threads & D John & Pogi-B - 666

Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast
For it is a human number
It's number is six hundred and sixty six
Six, six, six
Unholy Trinity, six, six, six, aye
Sick, sick, sick
Spit so ill, so sick, sick, sick, aye
Six, six, six
Mark of the beast, ay, six, six, six, aye
Sick, sick, sick
Spit so ill, so sick, sick, sick
The devils in Astoria and he's tryna get my soul
He's just mad I stole his grass, and I smoked a thousand bowls
And everything my devils telling me been getting old
And the angel on my shoulder's been complaining that it's cold
Fortunate that I know, fortune favors the bold
I been chasing all my goals until they all engraved in gold
They got some gall if they call I have to ghost
Fuck 'em all, Imma ball, before I send 'em all below
Summertime, I'll be swimming in the river Styx
I'll be fine, since I've given up my innocence
On a dive, I been fishing for some dividends
Feel alive, know my end is coming imminent
I been hell bound, runnin with my hellhounds
Three heads better than one, can't you tell now
I been hell bound, runnin with my hellhounds
Three heads better than one, can't you tell now
I been hell bound, runnin with my hellhounds
Three heads better than one, can't you tell now
I been hell bound, playin Vince in the whip
It's the Unholy Trinity, spit triple six
Six, six, six
Unholy Trinity, six, six, six, aye
Sick, sick, sick
Spit so ill, so sick, sick, sick, aye
Six, six, six
Mark of the beast, ay, six, six, six, aye
Sick, sick, sick
Spit so ill, so sick, sick, sick
I am sick, sick, sick, fucking sick of all this shit
I don't wanna live in a prison of my sin, ay
Brick by brick, I am building what I wish
And if you haters were on fire, I wouldn't save you with my piss
Yeah y'all a bunch of liars, so I don't listen, lil bitch
I've been printing out some flyers
Back to basics in this shit
Pay attention like it's academic
Unholy Trinity, we're sick like it's a fucking pandemic
Everybody's got their demons, gotta beat 'em
Gotta eat 'em, up never listen don't believe 'em
Post you goals where you can see 'em, and achieve 'em, leave 'em up
I pulled myself up out the mud, all you haters can get fucked
I just spent the weekend in a field filled with 12,000 vegans
Standing in their power, knowing that we can make a difference
I'm sick of people who are so indifferent
I see the devil working every minute
Six, six, six
Unholy Trinity, six, six, six, aye
Sick, sick, sick
Spit so ill, so sick, sick, sick, aye
Six, six, six
Mark of the beast, ay, six, six, six, aye
Sick, sick, sick
Spit so ill, so sick, sick, sick
I been hell bound, runnin with my hellhounds
Three heads better than one, can't you tell now
I been hell bound, playin Vince in the whip
It's the Unholy Trinity, spit triple six

Written by:
Blaž Pogačnik, Jake Chant, Riley Netwon

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