Famaldahyde

Merry f**king 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 motherf**king 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 f**ks 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-a*s niggas don't hit me (beyatch) When I came out the pus*y, 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 pus*y make the world go round In circles, I'm walking on niggas like herschel How many mc's 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 I'm 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 s*cker mc's I'm daring 'em Nine will hang your clothes up while you're still wearing them N-i-n-e I wreck shit That's e-n-i-n just in case you're dyslexic, did you check it? Stupid a*s, you ain't fly Half-man, half-woman, what's your name, jasmine guy? I got mad chrome f**k standing next to you, niggas won't talk to you on the phone No life so act trife, I'm hype I'm hype I'll beat your a*s like lionel richie's wife at night I rip stages in many different cities Don't step up, I squeeze triggers like titties Who's naughty, who's nice? with the device I'm so cheap with loot, I use my f**king bullet twice I fill you with infection, there's no protection Of the injection into your c-section Plead nigga, plead nigga, plead nigga Before you die, pa*s that weed nigga!