VI VI Seconds

[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
Let's hope their murders, cracks attics too
Live from a planet
Rooms a child that wasn't teddy shredded

A repel rockin freddy sweaters
The master voorhees
Attacking in a way that you can't foresee
Grippin a ratchet
Cutting 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 or its 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 carcas
Left behind this bitch
Shit!