[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!

[haters part 1]

Man 1: man fuck this nigga, yo

Man 2: this nigga's dumb cocky, yo

Man 1: this nigga think he can really rap

Man 2: yo, what's his name?

Man 1: just cause he rhymes words and shit

Man 2: this nigga really think he got it?

Man 1: this nigga think it's just that easy

Man 2: his name is shizzy?

Man 1: like, tsch, fall back, nigga

Man 2: yo, shizzy this nigga's

Man 1: I'm out of here, B

Shizzy: SHUT UP! *bang*

[2nd verse]

Yo, I'm not what you take me as

Beyond what you expect

The result of a cobra sinking venom in your neck

Uh

Me and these niggas are in two different categories

They cut this bis

And I ain't here to matchamony

I'm here to fuck this bitch up like bad relationships

Fuck impression

I want these niggas to hate my shit

Niggas that hate pay the closest of attention

As I'm raising tension, check it

It's about time that I mention

That I ain't a fucking game

Don't you dare push my buttons

I'm always putting in work

But never needing the punch in

And as for beef

You niggas more like a salad

My ballads are known for showing

That none of your works are valid, faggot

You ain't raw you're well done

And I say in an irony

Cause none of your bars are well done

Pony-tail swaying

And I'm out for that big pay

Ain't a part of my squad

Uck-say my ick-day

[haters part 2]

Man 1: what?

Man 2: wtf is this? this shit is fucking wack

Man 1: this nigga's looking like a gay chinchilla

Man 2: nigga look like casa fucking Vactorias, nigga

Man 2: yo, someone grap me a magnet

So I can drag his face down the fucking pavement

Shizzy: SHUT UP! *bang*

[3rd verse]

The niggas with the loudest bark

Never known to bite

Bitch, I'm in there barking

And I'm biting through golem heights

The coldest might

Gripping this flow

Flipping this beast

I want to withhold heat

The whole witness to speech

Right?

A hot head

On a bad day

I'll fish eruptions

Climbing the ladder to my kingdom uninterrupted

I'm ill

And down for popping shit

All these cats

Are all proverbial, ludicrous and incompetent

Well not a top ten

That spot I hold mine

So flashy

I can make your camera go blind

I'm a new age

Jack ripper, page splitter, crack spitter

Dominatin' anyone in my way, nigga

What you thought this was?

Anything other than real?

Fucking for real?

Get aide

If you fuck with my meal

Tougher than steel

I'm stunting fly stunning

And I'm monsterous

Till I'm gone

Hip-hop I'm coming

Suicde