Текст песни Nine - 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)
1 Seven
2 Four
3 Nine (Instrumental)
4 Eight (Instrumental)
5 Seven (Instrumental)
6 Six (Instrumental)
7 Five (Instrumental)
8 Four (Instrumental)
9 Three (Instrumental)
10 Two (Instrumental)
11 Ten (Instrumental)
12 One (Instrumental)
13 Eight
14 Six
15 Five
16 Three
17 Two
18 One
19 Nine
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