Number of tha Beast CURSED (Ft. Baker Ya Maker)

[Intro]
-World to you or Earth and see for the devil sends the beast with wrath becuase he knows the time is short
-Let him who have understaing [?] the number of the beast for [?]
-It's number is 666

[Verse 1: CURSED]
Killin’ these busers so softly
Endin' yo life and they on me
I'm runnin the gun that’s on mThe one man motherfucker on me
I hope that I live 'till the night cuz [?]
If I'm livin' thru the daylight cuz I just might smite
Motherfuckers talkin' all that fuckin' shit
Run yo mouth and trippin' fall and bust your motherfucker lip
On the low I'm smokin’, hey I’m killin' all yo fuckin’ hoes
I don't know if I be rippin', I never be sleppin'
My pistol be grippin’, you busters be lippin'
Whenever you fuck with [?]
Leavin' your body back up in the hearts
People dispers, it only get worse
Whatever your heard, wil leave to the dark
And leavin' you hurt, you goin' to get marked
Blood stains all up in your shirt, don't work so I say
I'll make way then catch the [?]
You get played as I get late
I'mma [?] every day, we smoke hey
Be smokin' [?] since the eight grade
Be droppin' heat like the way-way
I roll the dice, I ain't that nice
I'll take your hand for a certain price
Don't need to try, don't ask why
So say your praise and say goodbye