Famaldahyde

Nine

Merry fucking Christmas don't 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 (What's this?)



Another wannabe and never gonna be you ain't N I N E



That's 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 L's 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, I'm 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 don't 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



I'm wild like Boba Fett, I'm semi-automatic



Cruise around with El Diablo, crazy hispanic



Wu-Tang, Tang, I'me the one that slept all night with your honeybun



Pull my gun when necessary, situation hairy



I'll flip the redrum, you bloody mary



When I was born, came feet first



It ain't hard to tell, born to make the pussies hurt



Pussy make the wor