ACE SI(x)CK on the Mic boyyyy, Yeyeyea
ACE SI(x)CK on the Beat boyyy, Uh huh
What else Ace do? haha
Bring the beat in
I'm a shot caller
Was a lot calmer now I'm a
Charles Bronson like dark monster
Bar Brawler
Manslaughters and assault
With half the bottle broken off
And vomit on my trousers
Walking with a dog coller 'round Ronda Rousey
And smack her in the snout
Like Amanda I'm about it
It's not about who's speaking out the loudest
It's about shutting up the proudest, and
Hushing up the crowd while making them go "Oh Shit!"
Yeah
And when you get it, you're gonna applaud it
Coz the way I juxtaposed it
You gon see the video holding your focus and notice
How it is such a close fit
They can blow me like a f*ckin trombonist
It's a no fart zone, coz I own this shit
You could not catch up if I'm holding still
I'll be so far gone
On my own, bitch
No bones to pick
Ya'll a bunch of farts
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Got no bones to pick
Coz Ya'll a bunch of farts
I'M THE HOLY, HOLY
A sorcerer of words with horns on him
You're in the way of harm
Coz I spit bars on the beat like
Seeds out a watermelon
It ain't hard to tell my breed
I'M THE GOAT MAKIN A HERD OF SHEEP BLEAT! (Bleed)
A wolf in goat's clothing
It means like me there is not another soul floating
Going so cold
I could open up a cold storage for these
Half ass aspiring rap artists to go snore in
Throw em in a freight container
Ther're gonna wake up to a crane holding em up a
Hundred and eight feet up in the middle of nowhere
Look
If I'm playing it'll be as serious as John Kramer's games
Underestimating Ace is a no-brainer
That holds appropriate for pro players
There's levels to this
I've been deeper than four hundred layers
Still got enough voltage to go blow the whole place up
Coz he's a lone stone cold soldier
With the force to fold a whole mountain over
Roll it in a yoga mat and smoke it till he
Blow holes in the ozone layer
Guzzling a can of cold soda
Colt 45's on the inner side of his waist coat
Not the type to chase gold or raise champagne toasts
He will take a shit and make a f*cking ape go
WHOA HOLY SHIT!!
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Got no bones to pick
Coz Ya'll a bunch of farts
I'M THE HOLY, HOLY
Ace 6 - Holy Shit Lyrics
Ace 6 - Holy Shit Lyrics
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ACE SI(x)CK on the Mic boyyyy, Yeyeyea
ACE SI(x)CK on the Beat boyyy, Uh huh
What else Ace do? haha
Bring the beat in
I'm a shot caller
Was a lot calmer now I'm a
Charles Bronson like dark monster
Bar Brawler
Manslaughters and assault
With half the bottle broken off
And vomit on my trousers
Walking with a dog coller 'round Ronda Rousey
And smack her in the snout
Like Amanda I'm about it
It's not about who's speaking out the loudest
It's about shutting up the proudest, and
Hushing up the crowd while making them go "Oh Shit!"
Yeah
And when you get it, you're gonna applaud it
Coz the way I juxtaposed it
You gon see the video holding your focus and notice
How it is such a close fit
They can blow me like a f*ckin trombonist
It's a no fart zone, coz I own this shit
You could not catch up if I'm holding still
I'll be so far gone
On my own, bitch
No bones to pick
Ya'll a bunch of farts
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Got no bones to pick
Coz Ya'll a bunch of farts
I'M THE HOLY, HOLY
A sorcerer of words with horns on him
You're in the way of harm
Coz I spit bars on the beat like
Seeds out a watermelon
It ain't hard to tell my breed
I'M THE GOAT MAKIN A HERD OF SHEEP BLEAT! (Bleed)
A wolf in goat's clothing
It means like me there is not another soul floating
Going so cold
I could open up a cold storage for these
Half ass aspiring rap artists to go snore in
Throw em in a freight container
Ther're gonna wake up to a crane holding em up a
Hundred and eight feet up in the middle of nowhere
Look
If I'm playing it'll be as serious as John Kramer's games
Underestimating Ace is a no-brainer
That holds appropriate for pro players
There's levels to this
I've been deeper than four hundred layers
Still got enough voltage to go blow the whole place up
Coz he's a lone stone cold soldier
With the force to fold a whole mountain over
Roll it in a yoga mat and smoke it till he
Blow holes in the ozone layer
Guzzling a can of cold soda
Colt 45's on the inner side of his waist coat
Not the type to chase gold or raise champagne toasts
He will take a shit and make a f*cking ape go
WHOA HOLY SHIT!!
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Got no bones to pick
Coz Ya'll a bunch of farts
I'M THE HOLY, HOLY
ACE SI(x)CK on the Beat boyyy, Uh huh
What else Ace do? haha
Bring the beat in
I'm a shot caller
Was a lot calmer now I'm a
Charles Bronson like dark monster
Bar Brawler
Manslaughters and assault
With half the bottle broken off
And vomit on my trousers
Walking with a dog coller 'round Ronda Rousey
And smack her in the snout
Like Amanda I'm about it
It's not about who's speaking out the loudest
It's about shutting up the proudest, and
Hushing up the crowd while making them go "Oh Shit!"
Yeah
And when you get it, you're gonna applaud it
Coz the way I juxtaposed it
You gon see the video holding your focus and notice
How it is such a close fit
They can blow me like a f*ckin trombonist
It's a no fart zone, coz I own this shit
You could not catch up if I'm holding still
I'll be so far gone
On my own, bitch
No bones to pick
Ya'll a bunch of farts
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Got no bones to pick
Coz Ya'll a bunch of farts
I'M THE HOLY, HOLY
A sorcerer of words with horns on him
You're in the way of harm
Coz I spit bars on the beat like
Seeds out a watermelon
It ain't hard to tell my breed
I'M THE GOAT MAKIN A HERD OF SHEEP BLEAT! (Bleed)
A wolf in goat's clothing
It means like me there is not another soul floating
Going so cold
I could open up a cold storage for these
Half ass aspiring rap artists to go snore in
Throw em in a freight container
Ther're gonna wake up to a crane holding em up a
Hundred and eight feet up in the middle of nowhere
Look
If I'm playing it'll be as serious as John Kramer's games
Underestimating Ace is a no-brainer
That holds appropriate for pro players
There's levels to this
I've been deeper than four hundred layers
Still got enough voltage to go blow the whole place up
Coz he's a lone stone cold soldier
With the force to fold a whole mountain over
Roll it in a yoga mat and smoke it till he
Blow holes in the ozone layer
Guzzling a can of cold soda
Colt 45's on the inner side of his waist coat
Not the type to chase gold or raise champagne toasts
He will take a shit and make a f*cking ape go
WHOA HOLY SHIT!!
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Holy, Holy
I'M THE HOLY SHIT
Got no bones to pick
Coz Ya'll a bunch of farts
I'M THE HOLY, HOLY
Writer: Arvindan R
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid