Monstaz Ink - Lyrics - Vakill

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 *** 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 *** 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 *** ain't keeping *** warm but the bench I'm a beast in bed, check my *** head for triple sixes I'll hit a fat *** from the back until it ripples vicious Give *** nipples stitches I'm a ***, *** fall in my lap like a strip club full of clumsy crippled *** They say death comes in threes, but *** it I'm feeling a fourth nut *** until my *** shrivels and dwarfs up From getting brain and poo-nani from two mami's I'm tsunami with the spitting, you cartoon as *** is Toonami Y'all faggots 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 *** 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 *** 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 assembling choirs No flows resemble Messiah's *** do not want it til a vest with a Superman symbols acquired, prior