The Road to Hell is Highway 59

Bitch, I got ice on my wrist

That's to stop the slice from smelling

Bitch, I'll burn the fucking church

And sell the ashes to the reverend

That's the weapon, ain't no steppin'

Ain't no climbing, bitch, I'm slidin'

And I reckon, curbs getting swerved

Over bitch, I'll murder them

The present

Life full of lessons and I didn't learn shit

So I burn the school too

Got a sand box full of ashes for the kids

Catch me shinin' in the light

Got a diamond painted black

Framed in tact, flames in back

Get the fuck up off the grid

Hi, I want to die

Black out my eyes and crucify

I'm fine in Satin's eyes

Carry my sixes around with pride

Killer, killer, sweeping up bodies

Tony the Tommy with grip on the shotty

Low life creeping and plotting

Suboxone on me with a script of Neurotin

Body numb speaking in tongues

Opium tar in my lungs

Pistole packing scull cracking

I'm that fucking gothic savage

Vampire laced in satin

Love to catch a fuck boy lackin'

Cadillac, mackin' crackhead

Trackin' all who's slackin', rattin'

Fuckin' with the evil ones, straight from the crib

Drenched in the blood from the souls that I rip

Creep through the darkness, I'm murderin' busters

I'm huntin' whatevers inside of my circuits

I'm burning these bodies

I'm diggin' up graves

Stuck in a place where Jesus won't save

Triple six

Satan's kids

G to the 59 don't play shit

Serial killers, we selling our souls

Fuckin' with us and your body will fold

Step in the shadow where nobody knows

Beggin' for life but it's instantly cold

Voices inside of my head

Pitted for murder and blood to be shed

Creep out the darkness

The Devil once said

If you fuckin' with him, than it's death to your head

Murder