Nine Songtext
von Chill Bump

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 Tourette 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 hula-hoop

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 oversized 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 (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, what)