Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sixavelli , by - 360. Song from the album Utopia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMI, Forthwrite
Song language: English
Sixavelli |
| I’m at the Kwik-E-Mart to find where the Simpsons are |
| I got money to give Bart cause he ticked me shard |
| Yo someone tell me where the strippers are |
| I get it popping like throwing ninja stars in a titty bar |
| It might be a bit bizarre |
| But I’m at my best friends funeral I’m crying, but my dick is hard |
| My mate showed me his minibar |
| I couldn’t stop asking the cunt where the fucking midgets are |
| Last week I bought a Nixon mask |
| Stole Bill Clinton’s car and drove it into Monica Lewinsky’s spa |
| My girlfriends a Gypsy with a job to do |
| I’ll sign your CD’s, she’ll rob ya shoes and your wallet too |
| Drive by in a Commodore, ride right to the bottle shop |
| Rock tie die, no knife fights I’m a white guy with a tomahawk |
| Pause and ask the owner if he knows the fuckin' soccer score |
| If our teams losing then we’re fuckin' up his shop some more |
| I’m the kid your parents like to hate |
| And I’m the kid that girlies like to taste |
| And I’m the kid that cuts all the lines and shows up late |
| Everything you got yah, I got it by mistake |
| I think from all the benders I’ve rocked and all the ecstasy popped |
| I suffer memory loss which means I don’t remember a lot |
| I like machetes because it’s the weapon I’ve got |
| Use it start connect the dots and you’re freckles and spots |
| Even when I’m not right I’ll never be wrong |
| I’m levels beyond, on a level that you won’t ever be on |
| I’ll take a photo of how Jesus died and I’ll text it to God |
| (Message tone) Message across |
| I got a question for God, if we got the 1st Testament wrong |
| Tell us where we got the second one from? |
| Yo from this day I never will flop, you want proof? |
| I’ll stab the end of my cock with this adrenaline shot |
| Hey yo my cock is a Cyclops, got nikes on and they’re high tops |
| Meet you then tell you that your girl got a nice box |
| Everything I do in life is quite wrong |
| Eat an apple a day so I stole ya fuckin' iPod |
| I getting it in when I get in the ring |
| It’s a left right to the chin, I side step then I swing |
| Got two bisexual identical twins, in my ride |
| Dressed up as gimps on a wild ketamine binge |
| Getting more head than forceps |
| You get T-bagged for sleeping I let my balls rest on ya forehead |
| If ya wondering why I haven’t said pause yet |
| And presuming I’m talking about a dude then you’re bent |
| Speaking at the court, here and naked |
| With my balls shaved, that’s what I call a bald statement |
| Whole world on my shoulders didn’t think that I could balance it |
| But it’s lighter than you think like Michael Jackon’s kids |
| You don’t know where the fuck you been? |
| Took your chick to go fuck? |
| better suck my dick till she bust a lip |
| Fuck what I said before aye, ain’t got no money bitch |
| Girls call me an arsehole cos I’m tight as fuck and full of shit |