Killa C, Skatterman, Bizarre, Spice 1, Haystak, Tech N9ne - 6 Ways From Sunday lyrics

Open them lips, you get cut into pieces
Metamorphed into food and then into feeces
I'm cooking a thesis
My stove top's delicious
Murder is not where I am
I loath you motherfuckers
So keep talking shit
When I see you in person
I'm aiming for your dick
You bitch get a clip, and turn into a trick
R kelly yo ass, take a shower in piss
I rap with legends, motherfucker you don't
Fuck around, talk shit
I crash a plane in your home
You might see me on a row, or out on a boat
I chain you to cinderblocks so
Your ass don't float
This is truth that I'm spitting
It's real fucking simple
I'm aiming for your brain
And your girlfriends nipple
I know that you bitches stay
Scared and aware of me
I'll gut yo ass up like that faggot

I be the epitomy of evil, mind is
Installation 1990 find me off on my steeple
Hell and heaven's my gospel
All 6's and 7's I'm hostile uncanny
Clip yo wiz and I spill jizz in her fanny
I is in her panties
Tech Nina higher than a pill horse
Partially God's angel but I fly
With a hill force
I lie and smell torch cause I, bi-polar
I love you and I'm thinking of eating you
With a reasoning and gorgonzola
And I'll eat all you
Bitches black to liveanians
That's why the industry look at
Me like I'm Damian
And I ain't the prettiest, some
Stay back like I'm hideous, run
If he don't then he stuck
On whack and … pitiless
Killa Cizzle and me, see we first class
And the motherniggas woofin' on us
They be third class
The Nina, see me burst blast
Big nick tell me he got a alligator
Mouth and a tweety bird ass bitch

I'm comin' in from …
I follow the killer into the building
You're now tuned Mister McMill
I smack children, put bitches on they back
Big, loud and rowdy, don't know how to act
Attack, like a pitt when you
Take me off the chain
… I do my thug thug thang come here
Let me have a closer look at your brain
The wall behind you is covered with stains
You claim to be a gangster
You's a little snitch
You hang up on me again and I'll gut
You like a fish you little bitch
This ain't no fuckin' scary movie
This reality holmes
And you dealin' with the man
On the brink of insanity
Nobody move, you still get hurt
Run for your life or you're
'bout to get burned up
Stand back while I state my case
You gon' fuck around and make
Me paint my face

Close your eyes and grip yo dick
I'm about to hit you with this clip
Say goodbye to the bad guy
Light 'em up for fuckin' with my chips
Hit 'em with the four five, watch 'em bleed
If a nigga get caught up in my gunplay
He gon' die up in these streets
Motherfuckers know 'bout how we do it
Threw the bitch nigga up in the trunk
If a nigga know about bosselini then
He know that I'm gon'
Put 'em in the coffin while I'm coughin
Smoke a sticky
Slip 'n slidin' hittin' corners
Niggas that told me where you hidin'
You ain't slick, you ain't sly
Motherfuckers just can't escape
Monkey ass niggas can't fuck
With these real apes so I'm a killa, see?
Rollin' a blunt with Killa C
With my … and my artillerie
Motherfuckers don't wanna see me roll
Bitch niggas don't wanna see me ride
Nigga this mister bosselini
Certified and fortified, immortalized
That nigga that put 2 slugs in that ass
Don't let your mouth write a check
That your balls can't cash, nigga

Off the wall, about to fucking lose it
I don't talk shit, goddammit I do it
Surreal world, fuck … with a broom
Take a shroom
And pass out and vern this room
See how crazy that sounds?
Into the mind of a 29 year old pedophile
My dad was a fag
Touched my brother every day
Now you know how I feel about gays
Talk shit, end up on the shitlist
Suck my dick and taste syfilus
I'm a rockstar, I party every night
Fuck weed, I put a 8 ball in the pipe
It ain't right, how I talk about drugs
Xanax, vicodin got me fucked up
This D-12 get shot, beat and stabbed
Catch me in my tenner, in a meth lab

Skatterman motherfucker yeah I'm down
With this sick shit
You're man wanted a kilo so I
Sold him this bitch quick
He came back, I guess he wanted a refund
Hear the sounds of my screwdriver
Piercing his weak lungs
Pussy, spewing blood all on my tennis shoes
Being dragged to the tub
Where I'ma finish you
I grabbed the lighter fluid, and a matchstick
The skin on his face melted like plastic
The smoke alarm is going off
The house is full of smoke
Guess I was trippin' cause the whole
House is full of dope
Before I get to packin' I
Watch his flesh seized
Grab my work and now I'm
Down on the next street
I light me swisha up to calm my nerves down
I hear the ambulance and the ghetto bird now
The cops … grab my pistol and I let it off
Then realised my bullet riddled body
Likely set it off