Nine Thou

Oh, oh my god god

God, oh my god god

Ayo, first things first

It's time to shake ground in the eighth round

Box battle and break down

For the beak in the rhyme tone

Jump in the cyclone

S-T-Y-L-E-S, yes I know

Give the rap fiend vaccine

Packed red beam

Put them up, what the fuck?

You plucked a bad seed

Off the wall, spitting the guerilla tag team

What's up now, duck down stuff that can't breathe

Yo, you know the routine, the demon effect

Please, don't step, you wanna be one of my pet peeves?

The more beef the better, sound gay

But you all wanna sleep together, okay?

In the club we don't sneak Berettas

Why not? We got so much street credit, the fucking police let us

Now that's bullshit, cause we don't pack heat

So come and get your head crackin' up at me

Kick it, moving it's on now

Making it punk loud

Shaking the buck wild

Raping the punk style

Faking the funk pal

Dunk watch the punk

What now? Watch your battleship get sunk down

Click (click) pow (pow) nine (nine) thou (thou)

What? Just what I thought, what's up now?

Click (click) pow (pow) nine (nine) thou (thou)

Oh, oh my god god

Hold it down, never give in

Styles ever get limbs

Or whether you want it to end

Dirty syringe, I murder 'em again

97 serving them sins

Uh 30 your friends get knocked out, turbulent wind

Hopped out, what you want, big verb in the gin

I'm a fish, you can tell by the hooks and the fins, c'mon

Yo, I got a rock style

Pivot the offspring and joke with 'em

With a distorted gist off string

Who am I? Rushing what leg? Who and Tak?

Pushing your bed hotter than Quebec in July

Area 51, stereo, rive gun live

Here we go, S-O-B drop some

For the kids in the hall with the new block tape

Blast from both angles like boom dock saint

So get up get up and let the sound hit ya

Snap it's already your style picture

Kick it, moving it's on now

Making it punk loud

Shaking the buck wild

Raping the punk style

Faking the funk pal

Dunk watch the punk

What now? Watch your battleship get sunk down

Click (click) pow (pow) nine (nine) thou (thou)

What? Just what I thought, what's up now?

Click (click) pow (pow) nine (nine) thou (thou)

Oh, oh my god god

Who the hell wear splitting the belly up on a shellfish

Shinning in your style playin' the fell blitz

Drilling your brain, like rap and video games

Feel the syringe for the styles that stick in your brain

Yo, what kind of shit is he on

Really is styles, really

Yo c'mon punk fuck off, You really got to be gone

Ripped out of your brain

Pissed covered in shit to diss this S-O-B game

Son of a bitch

I'ma start killing for kicks

There ain't an air force 1 inn the globe I can't fit, get it?

I'm sick with it, when I spit the venom

And it drip's up in 'em

And it get's the women in a

Quick dilemma, We can settle it now

And I don't know who did it but they said it was styles

Click, pow, nine thou, what?

Just what I thought, what's up now?

Oh, oh my god god, god, oh my god god, god

Click, pow, nine thou, what?

Just what I thought what's up now

Oh my god god

Click, pow, nine thou, what?

Just what I thought what's up now

Oh my god