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Nine - Famaldahyde
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Merry fucking christmas, dont diss this lyracist on pissed Get a fist to your esophogus Hook you like fish, throw you in a dish Blow you up like a cyst, drop you in the abyss Blast you like kris (whats this? ) Another wannabe and never gonna be, you aint n-i-n-e Thats me, original lyrical spiritual omen The one and only incredible mc When you drop a d on the two three I be Smoking life like ls, raising hell Ringing bells like principals, planning invicible syllables Lyrical, yes I am, spit shit like a grit, foul like ham Damn, who the man, you the man, Im the man With 50 grand in his motherfucking hand Live like onyx, butter like redman, the blue bonnet Puff chronic, with strictly platonic friends In a benz, chickenhead hens ready to bend Cause I got a 100,000 tens Who packs the choice, who puffs the lye? Who fucks it up? who makes your girlfriend cry ahhh N-i-n-e, m-e to a crew, what you gonna do? I am truthful to the following: n-word, md When I speak, I say only that which is true indeed. Silly-ass niggas dont hit me (beyatch) When I came out the pussy, I brought the whole stomach with me N-i-n-e the live smoker Wrap it around your neck like a diamond gold choker Like yoda, with force of course the poison christ Nigga violent, see the brown paper bag, he silent Im wild like boba fett, Im semi-automatic Cruise around with el diablo, crazy hispanic Wu-tang, tang, ime the one that slept all night with your honeybun Pull my gun when necessary, situation hairy Ill flip the redrum, you bloody mary When I was born, came feet first It aint hard to tell, born to make the pussies hurt Pussy make the world go round In circles, Im walking on niggas like herschel How many mcs must get shot? Nine will open you up like a new weed spot Hip-hop runs through me like blood, your name is still mud Im still paid like elmer j fudd With the mansion, yaught, new glock, the remote control boom box The pocket that blew up like rockets All sucker mcs Im daring em Nine will hang your clothes up while youre still wearing them N-i-n-e I wreck shit Thats e-n-i-n just in case youre dyslexic, did you check it? Stupid ass, you aint fly Half-man, half-woman, whats your name, jasmine guy? I got mad chrome Fuck standing next to you, niggas wont talk to you on the phone No life so act trife, Im hype Im hype Ill beat your ass like lionel richies wife at night I rip stages in many different cities Dont step up, I squeeze triggers like titties Whos naughty, whos nice? with the device Im so cheap with loot, I use my fucking bullet twice I fill you with infection, theres no protection Of the injection into your c-section Plead nigga, plead nigga, plead nigga Before you die, pass that weed nigga!
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