VAKILL lyrics : "Monstaz Ink"
Before they call pops had bodies in walls and crawl spots
Hammers is all @@#!ed
So many Makaveli mini-me's in the game it's a $#&@ing outbreak of small pox/pacs
And beef is when everybody is not breathing
so body me not even
Everybody is holding and probably not squeezing
And last year ^!$$%z albums did more flopping then a Vlade Divac season
%#@! I'm warning them flinch and the itching trigger finger is gon start forming a clench
And you come that hot lead storm and you drenched
My flow as fury as the scorn of a (*##$
And you hot ^!$$%z ain't keeping %#@! warm but the bench
I'm a beast in bed, check my dick head for triple sixes
I'll hit a fat $$# from the back until it ripples vicious
Give titty nipples stitches
I'm a pimp, #~!!@ fall in my lap like a strip club full of clumsy crippled (*##$es
They say death comes in threes, but $#&@ it I'm feeling a fourth nut
Ejaculation until my scrotum shrivels and dwarfs up
From getting brain and poo-nani from two mami's
I'm tsunami with the spitting, you cartoon as ^!$$%z is Toonami
Y'all !@$)gots wish the champs lose but that ain't chips on y'all shoulders, switch your shampoos
Your cosigning gangsta %#@! you cant prove
The hood wont take ya
Y'all print model spitting, got no flow but the %#@! looks good on paper
Spit bars that will knock out whole alliances
Out cold, y'all about the be outsold and client-less
Mouths closed in silence
This fear will smoke y'all $$#es faster than DMX's household appliances
You got no money and mo problems you backwards Frank White
I %#@! on who you thinks nice for 'fore the eyes of the Lord can blink twice
Ain't a belt long enough to spank Christ
And ain't %#@! sweet (*##$, only suge' in my tanks knight
^!$$%z asking 'When is Va gon bling?'
Or 'When is Vakill gon establish himself as Chicago's king?'
Im dreaming bout a 10 Million a year gun cargo ring
And the crown dont move, it goes where I go... scene
For decades hip hop been misusing the goal
Now that (*##$ about to tear up and some tissues fin' to blow
Who got issues with the flow?
You in XXL 'Step Yo Rap Game Up' section 12 issues in a row
Matter of time til my %#@! classic soon
Am I nice, how can you ask it spit burns acid wounds
And run cemeteries outta casket room, yall gassed with fumes
Alcohol to melt a chrome nine to a plastic spoon
Its simple I'm flyest, spit on graves to rekindle a fire
And funeral directors is $$#embling choirs
No flows resemble Messiah's
^!$$%z do not want it til a vest with a Superman symbols acquired, prior
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