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
Artist: Nine
Title: Famaldahyde