Words From The Nutcracker

Sick thoughts on my mind with no self-control

Uplift your soul and make the brothers wanna roll

Sixteen years old with heart thats gold

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

Run around the streets cold strapped like an alley rat

But now Im gettin much props like a fat cat

A young mack but I dont think Im all that

I just cant sweat another brothers bozack

So what the fuck, yall movin on up

Gonna swim in big bucks, like scrooge mcduck

And if ya dont like and you wanna step up

Then open your mouth, and suck my nuts

Melachi the nutcracker, Im always gettin blacker

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

Im from the bronx, new york city

The big fuckin apple where the niggaz get busy

God bless the dead, and God rest my pops

Peace to the niggaz goin out bustin shots...