Emm - Poison lyrics

Emm (Intro): (Coughs) Yeah Yeah Emm Verse 1: Okay I go through a sentence pumping a fist call it a punchline I been k**ing and eatng cats, every battle is lunchtime On another level of madness, I know I lost my mind Dropping verses on hospital toilets this is sick-sh** Verbal pysco path I rap with a k**er instict Concrete jungle flow more poisinours dan crazy bee stings Exposing more f*ggot rappers dan a**es on G-strings I don't get betta yeah I get worse They busy with dope lines, f** it I got a crack verse Im so ill on mics I don't spit I vomit Lyrics that spread faster dan bacteria when Im coughing I can sell fire in hell and still make profit My swag is so sharp its like my style came with a razor blade I don't rap in small street dats why my rhymes is never fake I go hard with every line that's why I never take a break Time is money, so Im never late Hard punchline spitter and still knocking out teeth I carry a butcher knife to the streets cause I love beef Too many verses in my book it's like I need two mics Lyricaly intelligent it's like I need 2 minds Nicko Verse 2: The game is on, I'm playing mind games I juss wonder why what you do cause yo brain dead I evode n***as like I'm the hurricane I'm lyrically destructive I bring confusion every time I rap Im flowing like I'm narrating a story Hypothetically speaking, I'm the sh**! I'm stinking up the place My flow is like.. Ultra-sonic waves n***as say my name like I'm a saviour I go hard, you bicthes smoothen up my way When I show up, n***as say fu*k I go to war instently (uhhh f**!) I k** n***as n***as when I spit It's Nicko, the dope dick, I f** this track and pa** on my heritary characteristics Yeah n***as want my DNA Hip hop is in my veins I'm indigenous to this rap game Yeah, it's Nicko baby Yeah, it's Nicko baby K9 Verse 3: K9 steppin in, where's my f**en competition? My flow is mathematical, I'm rapping calculations n***as spot fake J's, but they can't solve for X Spinal Cord karate, Jackie Chan got my back Shot-put n***a, I ball so hard Yeah, Hip Hop is dead, if I don't play my part I don't play with words.. I tell them "go home" I got a bad b**h, same colour as Doge Tone You hit me with a brick? I hit you with an iPhone My flow is cold, when I rap it does snow I got these rappers wearing jackets in the studio Turn The Soil into mud, f**en pigs Yeah, okay now Im done with the silly rhymes All Red everything like I'm valentine When I show up all these other rappers 6-9 Who got the best verse? Huh K9! (True) Like a sleeping judge, n***a I rest my case I don't TRUST her cause.. I don't have a CHOICE I don't have a choice (RedGang) I don't have a choice