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[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 [?] their murders, cracks attics too Live from a planet Rooms a child that wasn't teddy shredded [?] A repel [?] sweater The master voorhees Attacking in a way that you can't foresee [?] a ratchet [?] 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 [?] 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 [?] 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 [?] 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 [?] Tougher than steel I'm [?] fly stunning And I'm monsterous Till I'm gone Hip-hop I'm coming Suicde