Nine

Check this punchline fest. You Suckers hit the deck
I’ll uppercut your clique, I’ll cut their frigging neck
This ain’t nothing but utter disrespect
I’m cussing at you like a motherfucking trucker with tourettes like
«Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you», ain’t nothing you can do
I’m punching through your crew, punch a punk through the roof
You just a bunch of squares, a bunch of rubik’s cubes
I’m rapping circles round you fools like a fucking hoolahoop
When I insult you, don’t you dare reply
I’m dope, I know cause my homies never lie
Emcees try bite me but can’t flow as well as I
That’s why everywhere I go, I hold my head up high
I don’t write bout the life that I don’t really know
That’s why I write bout treating your wifey like a silly hoe
I rhymes right in her ear, slide inside her kitty slow
Your dime rides my balls like a Miley Cyrus Video
Hoes love me now they know that I rap
These Bitches snap pictures with me and they pose in my lap
But don’t act like you know me, notify that !
I’m big headed like Pharrell in his over sized hat
I ain’t that rapper whose fat chain flashes, but my chat game mastered
I attract dames and tap they asses
They come and see us and they bat they lashes
They give brain to bouncers for backstage passes
I travel first class, sip Champagne glasses
So I’ll die like a champ the day the damn plane crashes
Mixing pain-tablets and brews and have me a snooze
I’ma control-freak, I’ll die how I actually choose
The day I pass, dress me in a Tuxedo
Wish me luck people ! God´ll be like fuck me though !
He wants me to shovel shit, since I’ve done evil
And he’ll reincarnate me into a fucking dung beetle. What !