o shyt... tha kid is hot.. peep...

yall dont want it/the textcee wit dead-ly verses packin harder puches than jet-li/yall sub-par at best so none of yall can get-me/its ya boi SixX back at tha game/heard tha name/spittin ill so bytches drop on knees n give brain/

its the devil's son himself re-incarnated to spread hell/ i make hits spit hot shit n pop shells/yall can ack like ya kill me all ya want n im reborn/ pull a hell-boy n stab ya wit my devil-boy hell-horns/(devil horns)

stop cuz all ya rhymes r element-ary/im back so yall can stop lamentin-me/ yall soft like ya names was bobby b(rown)/yall wont find anotha brotha near as hot-as-me/haha!

holla atcha boi