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Vakill
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I Came For U
First Verse:
I come from the land were the apex of man evolves back to ape next every 8 secs and tecs have fetishes for for bullet hole gaped sex latex is placed on trigger hands when fucking we leave no fingerprints shit, my nigga caught it close range close quarters, closed casket I'm haunted by the questions his ghost asking 'when you toast blastin i wanna see a violinist throat slashing I wanna see you ride with a devote passion revoke passes use acid when provoked and soak masses I wanna see you go out in gun smoke spazzin in a go for broke fashion make'em choke from the blood in their throat gaspin grasp an ice pick and slowly poke gashes make'em cough up puss when you quote classics I want bodies flyin like planes and boat crashes crackin jokes while my spirit flow pass it' I feel you, thats just what I aim to do on your life before I squeeze I'mma tell'em that I came for you
I'm still in the mood to show and prove that the crown don't move
Second Verse:
Exceed sick nigga if it aint six figures this figures permanent terminate whether sixteens or clicked blickers Spit triggers a sick psychosis My focus is 90% geikoish My eyes on that money nigga The game to docile this is hostel to beats my gospel the streets fuck around you will fossil beneath spit a virus to hostel to treat finding survivors is like Bedrock break pads nigga impossible feat And alot of new niggas can't stand me Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I hear the hate that they hand me like He ain't that amazing flow wise but learn one thing only two ways that a pussy can earn it's wings they don't make Always in your size my stories the pain underneath scars brokeback niggaz i'll rob vending machines i want heath bars you speak delirium my flow equilibrium peaks imperial now plus this eagle equals hear he comes be wearisome
I'm still in the mood to show and prove that the crown don't move
Third Verse:
Long as the economy remains stagnate i aim magnums at you pain magnets and scatter his brains fragments at a distance forensics just aint baggin'em it's Chi ritual it's habitual to empty every mag in em my city don't sleep it's eyes got heavy bags in em fiends dodging coppers for copper and spitters want platinum the term pig is a acronym pussies itching with guns scared of every nigga with a tilted or a backwards brim it's dirty job season niggas aint got no prob squeezing find you head missing for some odd reason freeze and bow when your in the lords presence speaking of blessing when i spit it it's hard to address it like gods sneezing lord help us niggas hungry and cant afford shelters we only cut the deck with the sword dealt us nice but at times I wish that more felt us so fuck it, I'm trigger aiming too Shit, my kids need food and I came for you
I'm still in the mood to show and prove that the crown don't move
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