360 - Sixavelli Lyrics
[Verse 1: 360]I'm at the Kwik-E-Mart to find where the Simpsons areI got money to give Bart cause he ticked me shardYo someone tell me where the strippers areI get it popping like throwing ninja stars in a titty barIt might be a bit bizarreBut I'm at my best friends funeral I'm crying, but my dick is hardMy mate showed me his minibarI couldn't stop asking the cunt where the f**king midgets areLast week I bought a Nixon maskStole Bill Clinton's car and drove it into Monica Lewinsky's spaMy girlfriends a Gypsy with a job to doI'll sign your CD's, she'll rob ya shoes and your wallet tooDrive by in a Commodore, ride right to the bottle shopRock tie die, no knife fights I'm a white guy with a tomahawkPause and ask the owner if he knows the f**kin' soccer scoreIf our teams losing then we're f**kin' up his shop some more[Hook]I'm the kid your parents like to hateAnd I'm the kid that girlies like to tasteAnd I'm the kid that cuts all the lines and shows up lateEverything you got yah, I got it by mistake[Verse 2: 360]I think from all the benders I've rocked and all the ecstasy poppedI suffer memory loss which means I don't remember a lotI like machetes because it's the weapon I've gotUse it start connect the dots and you're freckles and spotsEven when I'm not right I'll never be wrongI'm levels beyond, on a level that you won't ever be onI'll take a photo of how Jesus died and I'll text it to God(Message tone) Message acrossI got a question for God, if we got the 1st Testament wrongTell us where we got the second one from?Yo from this day I never will flop, you want proof?I'll stab the end of my ***** with this adrenaline shotHey yo my ***** is a Cyclops, got nikes on and they're high topsMeet you then tell you that your girl got a nice boxEverything I do in life is quite wrongEat an apple a day so I stole ya f**kin' iPod[Hook] x2[Verse 3: Lunar C]I getting it in when I get in the ringIt's a left right to the chin, I side step then I swingGot two bisexual identical twins, in my rideDressed up as gimps on a wild ketamine bingeGetting more head than forcepsYou get T-bagged for sleeping I let my balls rest on ya foreheadIf ya wondering why I haven't said pause yetAnd presuming I'm talking about a dude then you're bentSpeaking at the court, here and *****With my balls shaved, that's what I call a bald statementWhole world on my shoulders didn't think that I could balance itBut it's lighter than you think like Michael Jackon's kidsYou don't know where the f**k you been?Took your chick to go f**k? better suck my dick till she bust a lipf**k what I said before aye, ain't got no money *****Girls call me an arsehole cos I'm tight as f**k and full of shit[Hook] x2
