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Albums:

Tim Hardin, Vol. 1/Tim Hardin, Vol. 2 (Tim Hardin) · Tim Hardin, Vol. 1/Tim Hardin, Vol. 2 (Tim Hardin) · Six Feet Under, Vol. 2: Everything Ends (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 6 Years 6 Feet Under the Influence (Frankenstein Drag Queens from the Planet 13) · Six Feet Under [Disky] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 6 Years, 6 Feet Under the Influence (Wednesday 13) · Six Feet Down Under EP (Metallica) · 6 Years, 6 Feet Under the Influence (Wednesday 13) · Fire Under My Feet (Leona Lewis) · Six Feet Down Under, Pt. 2 [EP] (Metallica) – and 90 other albums »


beach boys
To bring the sand under her feet boys
She my rock bottom like last offers
Wouldn't write me off like the last offer
Even though she a bomb
your six feet under
All wrapped up
In hot chrome and steel
Drag my body
Behind the wheel

Got a pair of dice swingin'
In my Detroit casket
I got
Ain't worth nothin'
 When your six feet under
 All wrapped up
 In hot chrome and steel
 Drag my body
 Behind the wheel

 Got a pair of dice
my schoolbell
And I know I've got the whole world at my feet
In my window seat

I learned to eat the sweet, I learned to swallow hard
I learned
leave me alone
Devils got a hold of me
Devils got a hold of me
Devils got a hold of me
(Devils got a hold of me)

Pen in my right hand, beat
opioid
Paranoid opioid

Got you living in hell, got you living in hell
Delusional truth got you under a spell

Death is on your back, death is
When I'm locked down I use Tim's as my shower slippers
I'm in the background mingling with the powder flippers
In the basement, hard-body power
Well here I am
In the middle of an open hand
My feet are rooted in an upright stand
What's my plan
I feel the fingers closing in
I got
my skin was suffocating my ribs
Now we got bitches interior decorating my crib
Touch the love I got like you holding my heart in my hand
And watch
my mouth and empty out, Slaying demons by the dozen gotta wheel em out, Devil's head under my tread I'm peeling out, Sorry let me get that blessings
to make sure that you heard me
Got my four-x black tee up under my jersey

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
I got the all black Chevy on all black
walk the streets
I gotta get down search around feel the ground by my feet

Oh no I never knew just how long this could go
If only I could go down
my 40 acres?)  Not the projects of course
I asked for a mule, I got an iron horse
Shit goes on as the song plays
Can a devil fool a Muslim?  Nah, not
that I'm beat
I got my peers on my nuts, and the crowd on my feet
The only one who has my back is me, in reality, see
I'm constantly fighting heavy
his liver rest rest
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
Dump six motherfuckin feet of dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, cause I play dirty the mob
Destination enemy's camp, takin it back by the sword
My reward, to be free from misery to see victory
Defeatin the enemy wit my armory
[Shalom] How is your
thinkin' 'bout shit I never had

Pass through the W.S. neighborhood
Knowin' I can do my best in Westwood
Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
He sticks
Lately I've been down 'cos there's a beast under the bed
And there's always something crawling between my feet and in my head
I take a long walk
featuring BCC  MFC 

[?] 
Aiyyo I been spittin this rap shit for too long 
To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs 
And best
that I'm beat
I got my peers on my nuts, and the crowd on my feet
The only one who has my back is me, in reality, see
I'm constantly fighting heavy
[Chorus: Mr. Probz] 
My feet are tired
And the pain shows
There's such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go
Gotta be strong
By myself now
[Chorus: Mr. Probz] 
My feet are tired
And the pain shows
There's such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go
Gotta be strong
By myself now
to say for myself
I'm nothing more than worm food six feet under the ground
Fuck

Malice
Malice
This is the death of me

It's eating away at me,
and the steak and the potatoes and the plate
Never a dummy, rejections are funny
First years of my life I thought that food stamps were money
So by ten I was
you’ve got the look and I’m a shark so I should know. 
Eyes like diamonds. Cash in my front pocket but yeah I’m happy to see you too. 
Too much to do in