Famaldahyde Lyrics - Singles - 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 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!