Nine - Famaldahyde lyrics

rate me

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 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 sucker 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 ass, you ain't fly

Half-man, half-woman, what's your name, Jasmine Guy?

I got mad chrome

Fuck 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 ass 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 fucking 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, PASS THAT WEED NIGGA!