Nine Lines Lyrics

When it comes to killing you know that I'm the natural born

Saskatchewan axe wielding Capricorn

You can't perform because your raps suck

You're better off planting corn and getting ass fucked

I'm like a cactus thorn in your ass

Popping caps

Throwing bodies out like apple cores

I'm a warlord on the clavichord

Fucking up my opponents with my savage sword

Buying studio gear that you can't afford

I hit you over the head with a spiked 2x4 board

I'm sick of your shit

Say your prayers then you're getting your wrists slit

It's time for you to meet the lord

If you get caught slipping I'll empty my whole clip in your hip And

You'll get skinned like a chicken bock bock mother fucker

It's time for you to suck a cock mother fucker

You just get your head shot off with the glock mother fucker

This is shit that you can't stop mother fucker

Yeah you get pop pop pop

Mother fuckers get dropped dropped dropped

Yeah you get pop pop pop

Mother fuckers get dropped dropped dropped

I use to be a pilot but they took my license away

When they realized I was driving drunk night and day

I still fly planes full of cocaine down to palm springs Californ I A

Then take a trip in the impala down to the local Cabellas

To buy some gun shells for the fellows

Yeah I'm precise when I pull off the heist at the casino

My soul is colder then ice we know

I'm a poltergeist I look like an older Christ

That's how the shit roll out

Got the cash flow figured out

Clips in the pistols no doubt

Sending missiles to the people who piss me off

Hand cuff the cops and smash their faces with a bottle of Schnapps

I ain't stopping

Until everyone I hate is slain and laying in the coffin

Yeah you get pop pop pop

Mother fuckers get dropped dropped dropped

Yeah you get pop pop pop

Mother fuckers get dropped dropped dropped

That's the way it is

If you want to be a hater

Ok see you later