Chill Bump - Nine lyrics

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!