Non Phixion - 89.9 Promo

[Intro] Gimme a F, "F!" Gimme a U, "U!" Gimme a C, "C!" Gimme a K, "K!" [Hook] We do drugs, Uncle Howie 'til we die So long as we alive keep it movin' like a drive by We could stack dough sky high Listen one to five Eighty nine tech nine it's all live (2x) [Ill Bill] Yeh yeh I shot Reagan plus I shot Nixon, Non-Phixion Fuck up competition like nine car collision Now ya arm's missin', you look like the drama from Def Leperd The walkin' talkin' death weapon that junk that the head spins Peace to the X-Men, eighty nine tech motherfuckin' nine I wrote a hundred fuckin' rhymes about these troubled times Fuck up ya head like when ya mother dies Non-Phixion launch an', you brothers want! [Goretex] The quartet, drop you at ya parents doorstep It's G-13 with Mister Goretex government issue Run in ya chick Israeli pistols, I'm here to dis you All them rhymes that you spit on ya shit don't really fit you Non-Phixion we move like rock stars we burnin' cop cars Dust the guards tryna top ours Howie he got charged Runnin' the label, I twist tits like twin trae deuce I'm takin' the stage pissed the fuck off with twin cables [Sabac Red] I spit the confident, zero tolerance splash ya continents Future escapades cross the rival dominant, prominent Loosed at ya barricade, crush ya masquerade Rip ya mask off, make you wish you never stayed You fuckin' bitch, I make you fuck ya moms between her tits You paganist, rockin' Avirex, suckin' dick and smokin dits K-C-R and Lord Seer plus Papito Garcia Non-Phixion and we the fuck up outta here