VI

[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 fucking problem
You're just a fucking faggot
I'm on some shit 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 shit
Suicide or its equal to it
I'm fly and fizz
So fly I rock Orion's shit
The one to spit
I strike like a protective lioness
See eye to eye
With six of the carcas
Left behind this bitch
Shit!

[haters part 1]
Man 1: man fuck this nigga, yo
Man 2: this nigga's dumb cocky, yo
Man 1: this nigga think he can really rap
Man 2: yo, what's his name?
Man 1: just cause he rhymes words and shit
Man 2: this nigga really think he got it?
Man 1: this nigga think it's just that easy
Man 2: his name is shizzy?
Man 1: like, tsch, fall back, nigga
Man 2: yo, shizzy this nigga'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 niggas are in two different categories
They cut this bis
And I ain't here to matchamony
I'm here to fuck this bitch up like bad relationships
Fuck impression
I want these niggas to hate my shit
Niggas 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 fucking 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 niggas 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 shit is fucking wack
Man 1: this nigga's looking like a gay chinchilla
Man 2: nigga look like casa fucking Vactorias, nigga
Man 2: yo, someone grap me a magnet
So I can drag his face down the fucking pavement
Shizzy: SHUT UP! *bang*

[3rd verse]
The niggas with the loudest bark
Never known to bite
Bitch, 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 shit
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, nigga
What you thought this was?
Anything other than real?
Fucking for real?
Get aide
If you fuck 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