Six Million Ways to Die

[Nine]<br>Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat<br>Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat<br>Skills on the table and the mic<br>With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night<br>Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop)<br>I`m on some new and improved shit, let me kick it<br>Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother<br>I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit<br>Flex on the wheels and I`m Nine Mil the gat<br>That`s how we roll, troop<br>We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop<br>Three little six little nine double M`s<br>Sticking up rappers like hems<br>Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp<br>Six million ways to die, punk<br><br>(Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches)<br><br>[Tragedy]<br>I bring drama like you spit on my momma<br>And get loose like the lips on Madonna<br>You get the picture when the rap style hits ya<br>I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah<br>When I`m splashing my rap transaction<br>Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson<br>I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks<br>And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx<br>I keep wild like James Brown doing judo<br>And have you making love songs like Menudo<br>The Son of Sam when I aim for your head<br>Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red<br>You can`t kill me because I`m already dead<br>I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters<br>And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis<br>You know my style, it`s the hardcore rhymer<br>Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina<br><br>(Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos)<br><br>[Nine]<br>HOO HAH! I`m funky, so shut your face and let me rip it<br>Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked<br>I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face<br>And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace<br>I`m not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel<br>That`s like Farrakhan kissing a white girl<br>I rag it like the Bloods and Crips<br>I flip scripts, read my lips:<br>I got mad skills for the no frills<br>Screaming at girls to pay bills<br>I got more rap than a Christmas gift<br>And I`ll fill your girl`s mouth like grits<br>Have her chewing while I`m ba-ba-ba booing<br>It`s back to the mic check, one two and<br>Back up off the gat cause I snap necks<br>Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex<br><br>(Funkmaster Flex gets busy)