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Umm yo I'm Strick N9ne 1/3 of PCP probably the best crew in the whole state of confusion
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #6,425
Peak in subgenre #3,633
Author
Strick N9ne
Rights
Nope
Uploaded
September 05, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I lost my taint but then i found it
Lyrics
Aiyyo I’m erasin set Leave ya’ll wrapped up in plastic like safe sex/
It’s strick against the world time for you to place your bets/
And if you put you money on anoyone else you better reinvest it/
Your chickenheads couldn’t take flight if you shited eggs and nested/
I’ll put my verbs first Your words worth equals to about nothin/
You wouldn’t have a hot single own woman with no husband popping out of the oven/
I get the point like playin William Tell with a crooked site/
I kills crooks that bite fuck punchlines your getting sock with hooks and rights/
I lyrical massacre masqueraded as a disaster plastered/
Verbal blaster with anger in the camber pull it and the bullet gets faster/
Better call your pasture and make funeral reservation/
Too much hesitation my vocalization will brace your face in/
Strick n9ne minus 8 means I’m number one and your last bitch/
I forgot when I advanced my tactics some people can’t do the correct mathematics/
B-boy fag addicts addicted to the dick there ass gets you couldn’t bust a flow if you shot a water bed mattress/
Yo got you a chours with fours and metaphors/
Stompin on you whores and getting petacures/
Rip out your rigamore-tis/
You don’t want no more of this/
An Illyricist your neither either or just and eager whore/
With a need to tour shit I’ll spit ether at you with a heated core/
You need some more cause in all actuality/
You wish you were strick from the music hair clothes and personality/
Cause you get shited on and dissed because of your abnormality/
Come on this is you wake up call welcome to reality/
You prematurely manage spits at least once a month/
You call it PMS I call it being a lyrical cunt/
Shit I stab battered men in the abdomen with a shattered grin/
While they’re stagerin looking for fatter men to start ass- tagging him/
Oh and for the record I still spray crews with techs/
And kick lyrics down a few notches and make rhymes you can catch/
Your not an Illyricist your illiterate with ill judgment straight illogical/
Whit the illocution that you could top Strick N9ne the unstoppable/
Extra Extra Protect your neck huh? who the next to step up and get messed up/
(Chorus x2)
Ok I’ll admit it I’m a sick dun messed up and got the split gums/
But at least I didn’t catch the symptoms form that one bitch huh/
I reck emcees with the next disease transmitted sexually/
Step to me and respectively shut your flow down like a vasectomy/
What the deal I kill websites then spill raps about there links/
Afraid to think cause I write with hate inside the ink/
The illest rapper to ever create a lyrical vaccine/
For diseased ridden crack feind so mentally challenged they think they’re rap kings/
Cutting up shit like feces pieces when I’m Strick slick as grease is/
I use telekinesis to write my theses and in every line see the face of Jesus/
Oh please its Strick N9ne spreading diseases he gets from these spits /
So just sit back and listen to every dissin I state/
You wouldn’t be off the hook if you were unused fishermen’s bait/
If it’s not my skill it must be my persistence you hate/
On a scale form 1 to 10 your probably wishin you’d rate/
