Nine Thou (Grant Mohrman Superstars Remix)

Huh, I'm like, huh, huh

Huh, I'm like, huh, huh

Ayyo, first things first

It's time to shake ground in the eighth round

Box battle and break down

For the beak in the rhyme tone

Jump in the cyclone

S-T-Y-L-E-S, yes, I know

Give the rap scene vaccine

Packed red beam

Put 'em up, what the fuck?

You plucked a bad seed

Off the wall, spittin' the guerilla tag team

What's up now, duck down stuff that can't breathe

Yo, you know the routine, the demon effect

Please, don't step, you wanna be one of my pet peeves? (Uh)

The more beef the better; sound gay

But you all wanna sleep together, okay?

In the club, we don't sneak Berettas

Why not? We got so much street credit, the fuckin' police let us

Now that's bullshit (uh), 'cause we don't pack heat

So come and get your head crackin' up at me

Kick it, movin' it's on now

Makin' it punk loud

Shakin' the buck wild

Rapin' the punk style

Fakin' the funk pal

Dunk watch the punk

What now? Watch your battleship get sunk down

Click (click), pow (pow), nine (nine), thou (thou), what? Just what I thought what's up now?

Click (click), pow (pow), nine (nine), thou (thou), what? Just what I thought what's up now?

Huh, I'm like, huh, huh

Hold it down, never give in

Styles ever get limbs

Or whether you want it to end

Dirty syringe, I burn 'em again

'97, servin' them since

Or 30 your friends get knocked out, turbulent wind

Hopped out, what you want, bare bourbon and gin

I'm a fish, you can tell by the hookers and fins

Come on

Yo! I got a rock style

Pivot the offsprin' and joke with 'em

With a distorted guitar stream

Who am I? Russian roulette? Who and Tak?

Pushin' your bed hotter than Quebec in July

Area 5-1, stereo, rive gun live

Here we go, S-O-B, drop some

For the kids in the hall with the new block tape

Blast from both angles like Boondock Saints

So get up, get up and let the sound hit you

Snap this audio-style picture, uh!

Kick it, movin' it's on now

Makin' it punk loud

Shakin' the buck wild

Rapin' the punk style

Fakin' the funk pal

Dunk watch the punk

What now? Watch your battleship get sunk down

Click (click), pow (pow), nine (nine), thou (thou), what? Just what I thought what's up now?

Click (click), pow (pow), nine (nine), thou (thou), what? Just what I thought what's up now?

Huh, I'm like, huh, huh

Uh! Who the hell wear splittin' the belly up on a selfish?

Shinnin' in your style playin' the fell blitz

Drillin' your brain, like rap and video games

Spin the syringe, with the Styles, stick it into your veins

Yo! What kind of shit is he on? (Really, is Styles, really?)

Be on, C'mon punk fuck off, you really gotta be gone

Ripped out of your brain

Piss covered in shit to dispossess your B-game

Son of a bitch, I'm gonna start killin' for kicks

They're in an Air Force One, on the globe, I can't fit, get it?

I'm sick with it, when I spit the veno, and it drips up in it

And it gets the women in a quick dilemma, we can settle it now

And I don't know who did I, butt they said it was Styles

Click, pow, nine, thou, what? Just what I thought, what's up now?

Huh, I'm like, huh, huh

Huh, I'm like, huh, huh

Click, pow, nine, thou, what? Just what I thought, what's up now?

Click, pow, nine, thou, what? Just what I thought, what's up now?

I'm like, huh