Next Level

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