VI lyrics

[1st verse]
A wise man once said
That if your attitude determines your latitude
Then in this house of hip-hop
I'm in the attic, fool
I'm spitting estatic do
That'll skip to everyone of these rapling dudes
At a magnitude
Let's hope their murders, cracks attics too
Live from a planet
Rooms a child that wasn't teddy shredded

A repel rockin freddy sweaters
The master voorhees
Attacking in a way that you can't foresee
Grippin a ratchet
Cutting a ratchet
Shattering the glass that holds them forties
See I'm a f*cking problem
You're just a f*cking faggot
I'm on some sh*t that the most twisted children can't imagine
Brooklyn brigde don't think that I'm raw actually
I got shock and spit like my tongue's in a car battery
Uh
I'm the sh*t
Suicide or its equal to it
I'm fly and fizz
So fly I rock Orion's sh*t
The one to spit
I strike like a protective lioness
See eye to eye
With six of the carcas
Left behind this b*tch
sh*t!
[haters part 1]
Man 1: man f*ck this n*gga, yo
Man 2: this n*gga's dumb c*cky, yo
Man 1: this n*gga think he can really rap
Man 2: yo, what's his name?
Man 1: just cause he rhymes words and sh*t
Man 2: this n*gga really think he got it?
Man 1: this n*gga think it's just that easy
Man 2: his name is shizzy?
Man 1: like, tsch, fall back, n*gga
Man 2: yo, shizzy this n*gga's
Man 1: I'm out of here, B
Shizzy: SHUT UP! *bang*

[2nd verse]
Yo, I'm not what you take me as
Beyond what you expect
The result of a cobra sinking venom in your neck
Uh
Me and these n*ggas are in two different categories
They cut this bis
And I ain't here to matchamony
I'm here to f*ck this b*tch up like bad relationships
f*ck impression
I want these n*ggas to hate my sh*t
n*ggas that hate pay the closest of attention
As I'm raising tension, check it
It's about time that I mention
That I ain't a f*cking game
Don't you dare push my buttons
I'm always putting in work
But never needing the punch in
And as for beef
You n*ggas more like a salad
My ballads are known for showing
That none of your works are valid, faggot
You ain't raw you're well done
And I say in an irony
Cause none of your bars are well done
Pony-tail swaying
And I'm out for that big pay
Ain't a part of my squad
Uck-say my ick-day
[haters part 2]
Man 1: what?
Man 2: wtf is this? this sh*t is f*cking wack
Man 1: this n*gga's looking like a gay chinchilla
Man 2: n*gga look like casa f*cking Vactorias, n*gga
Man 2: yo, someone grap me a magnet
So I can drag his face down the f*cking pavement
Shizzy: SHUT UP! *bang*

[3rd verse]
The n*ggas with the loudest bark
Never known to bite
b*tch, I'm in there barking
And I'm biting through golem heights
The coldest might
Gripping this flow
Flipping this beast
I want to withhold heat
The whole witness to speech
Right?
A hot head
On a bad day
I'll fish eruptions
Climbing the ladder to my kingdom uninterrupted
I'm ill
And down for popping sh*t
All these cats
Are all proverbial, ludicrous and incompetent
Well not a top ten
That spot I hold mine
So flashy
I can make your camera go blind
I'm a new age
Jack ripper, page splitter, crack spitter
Dominatin' anyone in my way, n*gga
What you thought this was?
Anything other than real?
f*cking for real?
Get aide
If you f*ck with my meal
Tougher than steel
I'm stunting fly stunning
And I'm monsterous
Till I'm gone
Hip-hop I'm coming
Suicde