Songtext Untitled Joris Voorn

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Shizzy Sixx
Bitches give me play
Cause I'm the hardest in my section
And I black on wax
Like Charlamagne's complexion

Devil-like when I'm vexing
You niggas playing position
Placing bets on peoples lives
When I'm swerving through inner sections

You're sparing with a veteran
What I'm causing is tension
The rawest sort of spitting
The one that you all gotta mention

Fuck is with all the tension
I'm coming up from the trenches
Corner stores, drug spies
Business right off the benches

Yeah, no need to question my acts iller
Your bar's small mine big
As the jaw on Mac Miller

Big boss gorilla
My shit's the size of giraffes
Dodging haters in my path
I'm Sam Jackson playing Shaft

I for one feel right
Fuck out my presence
I'm nicer with the words
Than Oprah when she's giving presents

Guarding your precious
My personal I'm majestic
Want Miley Cyrus' naked
In the back of my six seven

Sixx wreckening
In six sections
I'll split you
Born to make it bang, bitch
My zodiac's a pistol

Bulldogs, you shih tzu
You bitch don't miss you
She sucked my whole team off
And spit the kids on tissue

Nah niggah ain't an issue
You're guaranteed to feel me
Cause I tear shit up
Like Kobe's achilles

Life spared Milli Vanilli
Vanilla ice and MC Hammer
I'll put them bears on your face
No country grammar

Stopping
And it's like a baboon's dying
My fans do right
Cause I'm crack through sinus
It get dude's minus
You're fucking with the finest
Nigga in the game
Bitch, bow to your highness

I'm over here gettin you niggas with pliers
Steroids under my bars McGwire
Corned beef sire
Poisonous givin' you work
We supply the buyers

(WORK!)

Car crash, guitar smash
Nigga getting your broad smashed
Getting the internet pissed
Coming for a nigga in all caps

Nigga when they told about me
Like a bitch on E
Multiplied by 3
[?], nigga
GO!
WWE, nigga
RAW!

Fuck the internet
Get ye bitch wet
Nigga fucking with The Rebel
Is a regret
In the studio
When it sound like spit tech
We stepped in
All these little niggas get stressed
Uhm bye bye when the nigga
Wanna talk shit
Blood clot and I decide to toss it
My go, my flow, I go
Psycho
Killing all these niggas ever since I was a zygote
Spit flame, fire fighter, human torch, pyro
You're a bit low key, but you still hit a high note
Run to your town like Jumanji, on a rhino
Getting more green than
The snot outta my nose

Yeah, I got that funked up powers in my head, nigga
Goku, told you
I don't fuck around
That's what hoes do

I'm a bully
To a nerd
Snatching lunch
Doing dirt, uh
Ferg did this flow
But, T.I did it first

Yeah, I'm ridin' ‘round up in it
So wake up in a bugatti
They see us in that tint and
We turn up poppin' that lobby

I throw up in your bugatti
Switch lanes in that 'rrari
Only guess you're poppin'
Trinidad with Molly

Po-po-po pop the tires on your rari
Put bird shit on your window
Put pressures up on your pasture
While the bitch going through her menstrual

Menstrual I mental
Find niggas then face this
I put the rims in your grill
Hope you enjoy braces

Uh, playing dominoes
With the woolly mammoth
Painting pictures with the scriptures
With a holy canvas
Cohiba smoking
Bitch poking
While my mind dances
Hell's [?] smacking Hitler
Whitney Houston dancing
I'm sub-zero, Rob De Niro
Punchlines takes away your soul
And leaves ya chest cold

Recognize that I'm bringing hell, I'm
Coming for your bitches head
Like Miguel's thighs
A nigga dismiss sixx when he spit, not I
I'm Popeye, on spinach
Don't get big if we lock eyes
The real definition of vicious
Where my verse goes
It's trouble trying to touch this kid
Like Joe Paterno
Suicide sixx if you ain't
Heard of me yet
Bet I got your favorite son, without paternity test
NIGGAH!