| Truth of the fact is, I’m
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| The truth, it’s a fact
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| And this truth be yapping them facts
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| And the truth is you’re not a factor
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| Face it, the name Sixx
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| Fucking up the beat
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| That’s instrumental abuse
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| You’re just fucking up the beat
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| Uh, your spit’s pathetic
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| I got a high power, no Kendrick
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| For the records, Imma wreck it
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| All you little motherfuckers better check it
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| When I press it
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| Imma wreck it
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| Cause I’m not the motherfucker to mess with
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| Since the birth I’ve been on some next shit
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| Bully school’s in session
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| Here’s a lesson:
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| Mess with Sixx? |
| Not a smart choice
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| Bitch, I’ve been the shit
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| What are you, Just a fart noise?
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| Try to flush the boy
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| Guarantee I make a comeback
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| Busting, cause this game’s a pussy
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| And I fuck that
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| Bust back, I dare you to
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| One bar will scare your crew
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| Watch your heart fall into your shoe
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| If I glare at you
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| Type to take the air from you
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| And leave you in the air, a few
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| Dare to oppose, little posers
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| So just beware it’s true
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| I’m on that next level, next level, next level
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| Oh what they on?, oh what they on?
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| That’s what I thought
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| Your presence is a depressin'
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| My presence’s precious, you present
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| One power penetrate polos
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| Punish pessimist peasants
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| Pen is poisonous pussy
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| Poison’s packed with a power
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| Pussies prying to push me
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| Pushing a panther proud and powerfully
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| Punchlines beyond a penitentiary
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| That means; |
| I got bars
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| You should pay attention, B
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| No one going ape as me
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| When I’m spitting it’s bananas
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| Brooklyn born baby bull’s
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| Spits go blamma
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| Damn I’m, damaging these rappers
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| Like damn 'em
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| Damn it, I’m a dragon
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| That’s draggin' these fags draggin'
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| Testing me?
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| I tatter t’s
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| And TNT eternities
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| Turning twisted, turner twister
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| Tearing that’s my
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| Took the time to tackle tees
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| Terra type could tackle teams
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| Take the time to take the notes
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| Or you would turn to casualties
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| Huh, so don’t tit for tat this terrorist
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| Try it, I tornado
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| And show you tykes what a terror is
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| Tongue twistin' torpedo
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| Tongue tamed this tiger
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| Take a hike, takin' flight
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| I take a taste of this game and then take a bite
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| Tourniquet tying testical
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| Twistin' tyrant teen truth
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| Triple words till I trip and turn a star
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| Tell your crews
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| Now, if you survived the alphabetical slaughter
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| Then it’s time I kick it up a notch
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| Take it a bit further
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| Strike a few nerves
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| Like sex with your daughter
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| Hit it twice, tell the goons
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| To never ever call her
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| This is Sparta
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| Warrior, you couldn’t best him
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| Been on some bullshit
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| Word to my septum
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| Murder at every volume
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| The booth left funky
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| Rebel squad beast
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| Facing us, you ain’t lucky
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| You’d be safer with Chucky
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| Or Freddy at your bedside
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| Bitches, it’s bed time
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| You wack shit
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| I won’t let slide
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| Untouchable, bitch you can’t dismiss me
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| Leave the beat full of holes
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| Till it’s looking just like Switz cheese
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| Dig me? |
| Know that Shizzy tight
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| Running laps around these rappers
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| Till they’re dizzy, right?
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| Uh, get x’ed like a pop-up
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| A stand up guy
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| Boy, you wouldn’t dare to hop up
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| Nigguh, and I’m not one to mock, bitch
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| Leave your face slashed
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| Like the eyebrows on Hopsin
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| Suicide Sixx, not him
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| Boy, I’m something else
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| Wrestling the boy
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| Bet I’m leaving with pelts and belts
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| Nigguh |