Six Million Ways To Die

Funkmaster Flex

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    [Nine]
    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

    (Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches)

    [Tragedy]
    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

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    (Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos)

    [Nine]
    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
    And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits
    Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing
    It's back to the mic check, one two and
    Back up off the gat cause I snap necks
    Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex

    (Funkmaster Flex gets busy)

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    Composición: A. Taylor

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