Lyrical Nine

I don't write punch lines I punch nines,

And put nine 9 Milli's in your front lines,

Nine times that's November so it's roast time,

You bitches smell like fish so I throw you in the coastline,

Bring you war like Palestine

Call me Al Capone, I shoot your girl up on Valentine,

The Tech Nine so technically

That's nine bullets fatally, In your damn spine,

The Ninth line undermine you asinine cats like carbine,

Nicki dude I'm a monster, Frankenstein,

You're a master at nursery rhymes,

Oh My Darling, Clementine,

I just killed you nigga lyrical homicide,

A deadly mixture of cyanide calamine,

Strong enough to turn this verse into a poltergeist,

So grab your purse and analyze this classified genocide,

Pull out the mortar have you mortified,

Spray this fucking parasite with pesticide,

Nineteenth line now commit suicide.