Six Million Ways To Die

Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat

Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat

Skills on the table and the mic

With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night

Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop)

I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it

Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother

I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit

Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat

That's how we roll, troop

We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop

Three little six little nine double M's

Sticking up rappers like hems

Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp

Six million ways to die, punk

I bring drama like you spit on my momma

And get loose like the lips on Madonna

You get the picture when the rap style hits ya

I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah

When I'm splashing my rap transaction

Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson

I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks

And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx

I keep wild like James Brown doing judo

And have you making love songs like Menudo

The Son of Sam when I aim for your head

Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red

You can't kill me because I'm already dead

I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters

And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis

You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer

Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina

Hoo hah! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it

Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked

I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face

And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace

I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel

That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl

I rag it like the Bloods and Crips

I flip scripts, read my lips:

I got mad skills for the no frills

Screaming at girls to pay bills

I got more rap than a Christmas gift