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Merry fucking christmas don&#39;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&#39;s this?)
Another wannabe and never gonna be you ain&#39;t n i n e
That&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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 &quot;ahhh&quot;
N-i-n-e, m-e to a crew, what you gonna do?

&quot;i am truthful to the following: n-word, md
When i speak, i say only that which is true ;

Silly-ass niggas don&#39;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&#39;m wild like boba fett, i&#39;m semi-automatic
Cruise around with el diablo, crazy hispanic
Wu-tang, tang, i&#39;me the one that slept all night with your honeybun
Pull my gun when necessary, situation hairy
I&#39;ll flip the redrum, you bloody mary
When i was born, came feet first
It ain&#39;t hard to tell, born to make the pussies hurt
Pussy make the world go round
In circles, i&#39;m walking on niggas like herschel

How many mc&#39;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&#39;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&#39;s i&#39;m daring &#39;em
Nine will hang your clothes up while you&#39;re still wearing them
N-i-n-e i wreck shit
That&#39;s e-n-i-n just in case you&#39;re dyslexic, did you check it?
Stupid ass, you ain&#39;t fly
Half-man, half-woman, what&#39;s your name, jasmine guy?
I got mad chrome
Fuck standing next to you, niggas won&#39;t talk to you on the phone
No life so act trife, i&#39;m hype i&#39;m hype
I&#39;ll beat your ass like lionel richie&#39;s wife at night
I rip stages in many different cities
Don&#39;t step up, i squeeze triggers like titties
Who&#39;s naughty, who&#39;s nice? with the device
I&#39;m so cheap with loot, i use my fucking bullet twice
I fill you with infection, there&#39;s no protection
Of the injection into your c-section
Plead nigga, plead nigga, plead nigga
Before you die, pass that weed nigga

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