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