Return of the Six (feat. Monti Korbelle)
It's the return of the Sixth Sense, I'm back in this bitch
Ready to reap anarchic dissidence, and wreck all this shit
The wait is over, hiatus awakened the beast inside
Jay needed a little help from a demon in which he could confide
And that's me
Never gonna get pushed to the back again
I am a permanent fixture of sin
See me then you prepare to meet your end
Go one on one with me, you never will win
Getting higher than the voice of Quinn
Kellin, busting out drums like Keller
Snapping underground, glowstick cellar
I am the most demented feller
Bitch asked for an autograph, what do I tell her?
Do I agree to give myself to the highest seller?
Or do I hand out pain like a BDSM teller?
Who needs a rhyme scheme
When I am the baddest thing rhyming
Always horrible at timing
Ego tall as Yao Ming
I am astounding
I am profound, king
Rappers get out, this is a grounding
Bitch
Return of the Six
Yeah, fuck all you pricks
I'm back in this bitch
So better leave quick
Return of the Six
Yeah, fuck all you pricks
I'm back in this bitch
So better leave quick
Return of the Six
Yeah, fuck all you pricks
I'm back in this bitch
So better leave quick
Return of the Six
Yeah, fuck all you pricks
I'm back in this bitch
So better leave quick
The shit you believe is passed on
I can make a bitch curve like a cosign
I can make a man bleed with a knife's edge
Then I smoke the man's weed in my cigarette
I just do it for fun, no revenge
I do what I want, no confess
Chopped off his arm, let him bleed out
Make him drink his own blood, how you feel now?
How's the taste of death? What will I do next?
You really thought I could relax?
Do you really want to meet my ax?
Cut open your thorax?
Torture is my forté
I get pleasure from all your pain
It's delightful what you say
As you die, let's replay
I record every moment
Be dramatic like broadway
What's the icing on the cake?
I serve you on a plate
I will feed you to the dogs
You will be their buffet
Talk some more, son, I'll kill you more slowly
I'll make you eat your own teeth, I hope you didn't eat lunch
You can call me crazy, but I just don't get out much
Making memories, I know you won't be my last
I get off when I remember all of my vile acts
Return of the Six
Yeah, fuck all you pricks
I'm back in this bitch
So better leave quick
Return of the Six
Yeah, fuck all you pricks
I'm back in this bitch
So better leave quick
Return of the Six
Yeah, fuck all you pricks
I'm back in this bitch
So better leave quick
Return of the Six
Yeah, fuck all you pricks
I'm back in this bitch
So better leave quick