6 Foot 7 Foot (7 Foot 8 Foot) Insane Clown Posse (Ft. Lyte)

[Chorus: Harry Belafonte]
Six foot, seven foot, eight-foot bunch
Six foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Ahem, excuse my charisma like an escaped prisoner
Hoes got me in some hot pursuit, 'cause I can shoot my jizzma
Like a fire hose, I suppose my glowin' shine is my
Proof from the truth, groups of hoes love my stigma
I'm aloof and gone with my ninja poof like an enigma
Suppose hoes fuck their neden holes with my action figure
Dre and Snoop, stop the coupe, and your toupee'll split ya
With my froze on my toes, King of Pop always hit ya
Life is the shit, as fire brains out, Ozzy
Jump out the lights into the pit, kamikaze
Suck on a grenade, pop until your top splatter
Serve it at your funeral, appetizer platter
Headbutt a brick wall until your skull shatter
Let a whore sit on your face, four-hundred pounds or fatter
Don't matter, fuck your step sister, pussy drama
Hit the Church of Scientology, a suicide bomber
I'll be the first to admit it gets worse
I'm a sex addict that'll stab your daughter, sister or your mama
(Haha, or niece, cousins, auntie, grandma)

[Chorus: Harry Belafonte]
Six foot, seven foot, eight-foot bunch
Six foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot