VAKILL

VAKILL - Worst Fears Confirmed lyrics

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[Verse 1]

I'm the eye of a violent storm, darkest cloud on a funnel mission

With slugs that travel through barrels with tunnel vision (WHOA!)

Clips to extensive spit to offensive

From the chi love don't live here any more rent to expensive

Push weight in a sentence 'til I'm knocked awaiting my sentence

Am I god's personal weapon of mass destruction or Satan's apprentice?

Nice but I'm hating repentance

Coca cola killer twist your shit leave a prize under every cap

No blatant ???

Look let the drama come, I'm bent on havoc

The crown don't move whoever intends on grabbing it

Is fighting of full blown aids with Flintstone tablets

Whether niggaz feel me or not regardless style heartless foul

Spit in front of the hardest crowds

If they start booing I'm sticking fans Artest style

Recognize bitch the darkest cloud

Motherfuckers I'm back!

[Chorus: x2]

Guess whose back in this bitch again full turn

Yep your worst fears confirmed

You betta learn

The crown don't move, wait your turn

What else can I siiizzzay

V to the iiiizzzaaa!! (Scratched Jigga)

[Verse 2]

Long range shitting

I'm an asshole with a built in sniper lense

Your top ten rappers top ten got no type of wins

I've been nasty since birth

Fuck a jersey the hall of fame retired a couple of my shitty dippers then

The truth since my umbilical was chopped from my navel

Darkest cloud didn't go pop but I'm stable

Never been dropped from a label

I gage my career to a fat bitch at a buffet and brought a lot to the table

The games lets die verse so fuck peace until I left my curse

And rookies claiming they the best since big death died worst

Bitch please you've yet to spit shit that could fuck with a left eye verse

(That's Real Talk)

I'm sonning as long as the one in the sky hung

They say the good die young

Mostly over bullshit and women that's high strung

But them same bitch's is throwing me pussy like they running up's for the siyun

Huh!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I hold it down for my niggaz that's spending there last days in the county

And for the bitch's that's sending them work laced in them brownies

For them niggaz that's popped Jess I'm raising the bounty

'Til your brains on your moms with the shell casings around me

That's real talk with the real chalk on ya, resting in a twin glock coma

The flows glaucoma who's seeing me now? Out MCing me now?

I win at 106 shitting on the audience with AJ and free in the crowd

I ain't no fucking mixed tape fake thug take an ak slug in that pussy shit fake mug!

It's alright to show the late greats love

But some of y'all are riding dicks and don't know it like a date-rape drug

Catch me with your little niece on the couch

Kick her out the house with no blouse, Capris on slouch

I ain't fuck I just poked at her throat like a Capri sun pouch

Point blank I'm a fucking problem capech I'm out

And there it is....

[Chorus]

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