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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!



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