Yak, The Atlas, Julian Atwater - 9 Lives Lyrics

If you have a milkshake and I have a milkshake
And I have a straw, and you have a straw
Watch this, are you watching
My straw reaches all the way across the room
And starts to drink your milkshake
I drink your milkshake

Straight out the ethos
Like I got cheat codes
Got the sauce, got the Pico
Eyes closed on the free throw
Drip gold, el Dorado
Brick road with these potholes
Motherfuckers need coddled
Imma do my best to parry it
With flaming chariots coming down
In the scariest areas, screaming bury us
Throwing various ratchets at Dr. Nefarious
Precarious on that Carrick shit
It's on spot, it's not very hushed
And rot runs deep in this damn pizza
Burn this image into your corneas
Neck stretched out like accordions
You pussies looking back
Orpheus being the horniest
Ear to the wall, you're the corniest
My downfall sound shatter porcelain
Me, myself, and name redacted,
Burned the tell and lit the matchstick
Dropped the pounds like the bypass, gastric
Reaching through the sound and the static
Shocked out the fake plastic world
What's with that, rhymes like a street-rat

Its peanut butter jelly time with a baseball bat
To the side of your dome, no cap
Nickelodeon, all gas
Its peanut butter jelly time with a baseball bat
To the side of your dome, no cap
Nickelodeon, all gas
We steel phantoms, fall back
Nickelodeon, all gas
We steel phantoms, fall back
Nickelodeon, all gas
Its peanut butter jelly time with a baseball bat
To the side if your dome, no cap

You may have killed me one time
But I've got nine lives bitch
You may have killed me one time
But I've got nine lives bitch
You may have killed me one time
But I've got nine lives bitch
You may have killed me one time
But I've got nine lives bitch

Back at it
Heavy breathing like an asthmatic
Still blunt passing
Going out like its late fashion
You think I'm heated but you lack passion
Really out here with my dawgs
You niggas bull massive
We the new classic
You Sonny Liston to my Clay Cassius
Introduce you to the mat, that's your new mattress
The spade you call when you decide who on the black list
Fed up with lack wits
You all comic, like a matchstick
I don't sleep often
My heads stay haunted
And ghosts come alive when there's a waiver in my conscience
I lack polish
Pick scabs for knowledge
Looking for an outfit among the bones in my closet
Redesigned, your declined
The punch line, undefined
Unrefined but sublime
Rewind it to my past life
When I lost my last gun fight
But at first light, I was upright
Hindsight slips on black ice
When I cast dice under black light

You may have killed me one time
But I've got nine lives bitch
You may have killed me one time
But I've got nine lives bitch
You may have killed me one time
But I've got nine lives bitch
You may have killed me one time
But I've got nine lives bitch

I drink your milkshake

Little bitch, this is motherfucking yarn
My cat can rap better than you little bitch