Six Hands Songtext
von PhorHead

First thing I do is I grab my pistol (Uh)
Make a flash in the pan I call that a fizzle (Uh)
Nomad is traveling like Ms. Frizzle (Uh)
All your songs sounding like doggie whistle (Uh)
In the back of the whip, I′m just writing bars for my next single
Ladies in line waiting for my show, I'm ′bouta go Sicko
Mode, like my motives I'm going loco like I just snorted
Coco, inferior to the Dew, I'm ′bouta cause a ripple effect
Your favorite rapper is waiting in line for my set
I like to treat the industry like my pet
′Cause they love it when I'm surrounded by green, playing fetch
I′m number one, up next So fire my drip evaporates when I flex
So unique that they couldn't describe me though text
Got vibranium skin, fuck a bulletproof vest
Then I switch the flow
If you ain′t got bars man, out the door
You a broke-ass Simpson, here's some do′h
These lyrics gon' be somebody's yearbook quote
Think I lost control
All of your music got no soul
Toss it on up then I catch the woah
So damn cool you gon′ catch a cold, oh!

I′m a big man, I got six hands; hold more soda
I got more land than your granddad when he was a farmer
Dissing PhorHead? Fill you more lead; meet my quota
I got six hands holding big bands; all good karma


First I'm gonna load back, then give you a toe tag
Killing everything that I come into contact with
You got false, wack hits
Don′t gotta fall back on any flawed, hack quips
I ain't Logic
"I-I-I gotta spit ′em and hit 'em"
Nah, stop that shit, you ain′t god class, kid
Prove me wrong
Go release some better, thought out hits
I wanna see you do good, but you're just not, that's it
Ok back to being ignorant
My songs are flame without a hint of flint
And when they listening from Michigan
They wish they did have a flow as sick as this
Ridiculous
I been so slick I could slip through a mouse hole
In the clip when I shoot, it′s a flagpole
My bars are holy; write them in a bible
Spit so quick they zip through the five-hole
¡Ay, caramba!
Sound of thunder when I walk in
Run for cover
I′m so fire
Like Down under
Drip, It cost more
Like no Wanda
Honda
Driving 'round the whip with no socks on
They shoutin′ "god damn" like I was Roxane
All eyes on me just like 2Pac song
Can't silence me but I′m still 'bouta pop off

I′m a big man, I got six hands; hold more soda
I got more land than your granddad when he was a farmer
Dissing PhorHead? Fill you more lead; meet my quota
I got six hands holding big bands; all good karma

Call me silly Sally, yeah I live my life in double
Yes I'm really savvy I don't mean to burst your bubble
I′m ′bouta blast off, I ain't even causing trouble
Blast-blast you with the rifle and I′ll keep you in the duffle
Uh oh!
Running from the law I better hustle
Look my drip, it dribbling and ain't even Rustle
You are just a chip on my shoulder, no waves, no Ruffles
My squad be rolling out with the machine, ain′t talking ruh-roh
Stock-home syndrome, shoot with big missile
Noun no more, you a past participle
Unforgivable
I'm invincible
No trash, all pass, yeah I′m so permissible
Kiss my lips and pull syphilis and more
So damn sick that my wrist, it caught a cold
Cash is stackable
Crush your clavicles
Must make comedy music, your tracks so laughable
2020 vision, now I see sharp
Y'all are one step from the start just like a C#
Imma hack up all your face using C#
Yeah I'm swimming through this flow just like a sea shark
Yeah, I breathe hard ′cause of asthma
Yeah, I leak bars
Get my cash up
Cook the beat charred, get my ketchup
Got the key card, ′bouta match Trump

I'm a big man, I got six hands; hold more soda
I got more land than your granddad when he was a farmer
Dissing PhorHead? Fill you more lead; meet my quota
I got six hands holding big bands; all good karma