Slippin' (Koopsta Knicca|Explicit) - Three-6 Mafia

Written by：Koopsta Knicca

Every time I see you slipping

Every time I see you slipping

Every time I see you slipping

I go and reach for my mac 10

Victims of my devils playground

D**n I'm about to bust a cap up in these tricks

Chris

I'm thinking deadly and I'm scoping with that inferred

Kicking it with the hardest click

Leaving bodies rotting up in them ditches

Man what's done if my tongue hits like a ton of brickyards

Coops not concerned

I let you burn and burn and burn

Everything in the prophecy has been demonically read

So I learned

Deep in the morgue

Lie corps in the quadrature

They wanna face in a line of order

Can you place this sh*t

When you crawled up on the red man

You bounce set up in this b**ch

Sitting man and thinking

Though my dreams I hear little kids screaming

Poor preachers I waited for hanging

Which got me like bored in the psycho ward like daily

The 666 mystery man

Is taking me straight to insanity

Could it be a dimension of witches that bring out voices

That issue more tragedies

The seas of cries

Will soon be turning

Your f**king life over

Left the priest and island bleeding of four leaf clover

Then I crinkle enough of these slugs

I'd rather be mugged to drink up a pint of his blood

Every time I see you slipping

Every time I see you slipping

Every time I see you slipping

I go and reach for my mac 10

Victims of my devils playground