VAKILL - Monstaz Ink lyrics

My name is legendary on all blocks, spitting fireball rocks

Before they call pops had bodies in walls and crawl spots

Hammers is all cocked

So many Makaveli mini-me's in the game it's a fucking 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 niggaz albums did more flopping then a Vlade Divac season

Shit 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 bitch

And you hot niggaz ain't keeping shit warm but the bench

I'm a beast in bed, check my dick head for triple sixes

I'll hit a fat ass from the back until it ripples vicious

Give titty nipples stitches

I'm a pimp, pussy fall in my lap like a strip club full of clumsy crippled bitches

They say death comes in threes, but fuck 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 niggaz is Toonami

Y'all faggots wish the champs lose but that ain't chips on y'all shoulders, switch your shampoos

Your cosigning gangsta shit you cant prove

The hood wont take ya

Y'all print model spitting, got no flow but the shit 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 asses faster than DMX's household appliances

You got no money and mo problems you backwards Frank White

I shit 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 shit sweet bitch, only suge' in my tanks knight

Niggaz 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 bitch 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 shit 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 assembling choirs

No flows resemble Messiah's

Niggaz do not want it til a vest with a Superman symbols acquired, prior