Words From The Nutcracker

Sick thoughts on my mind with no self-control

Uplift your soul and make the brothers wanna roll

16 years old with a heart that's gold

Yo, check it, check it out like this, here we go

Run around the streets cold strapped, like an alley rat

But now I'm getting much props, like a fat cat

A young mack, but I don't think I'm all that

I just can't sweat another brother's bozack

So what the fuck, y'all movin on up

Gonna swim in big bucks, like Scrooge McDuck

And if you don't like and you wanna step up

Then open your mouth and suck my nuts

Melachi the Nutcracker, I'm always getting blacker

Fatter, I bust a fat rhyme to make your head shatter

I'm from the Bronx, New York City

The big fuckin' apple where the niggas get busy

God bless the dead and God rest my pops

Peace to the niggas going out bustin' shots (bustin' shots, bustin' shots, bustin' shots)