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)