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 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)