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vakill - mean mug muzik lyrics

yeah
yeah
yeah
mean mug muzik
it’s that new chicago gangsta
that old sh-t is out
that new sh-t
say h-llo to the future, b-tches

(it’s that what-the-f-ck-you-lookin-at music)

[ verse 1 ]
welcome to chicago where beef is realer
where in hairy situations we brush with death and comb the streets for scrilla
it’s a cold world when n-ggas drawin heat can k!ll us
the illest of breeds willin to make you bleed to feel us
a animal on his corporate grizzly
spit divine as corpus christi
flow in h-llfire till your corpse is cripsy
threats became visual
clappin at the face of red kerr–ss n-ggas like jordan’s pre-game ritual
here’s a sicker dosage, keep your triggers focused
keep the n-gga closest, from the inside out like trichinosis
it’s hood deal or no deal, we face obstacles
tryina get paper, avoid the biggest cases possible
now i ain’t even tryin, i just ran off and scribbled
i’m hail mary in a stand-off or handoff the middle
since my hands often brittle
every strap i put a extra body on it like a ( ? ) it’s man off the dribble
then after my conquest expect the extortion
that’s the best sh-t next to endors-m-nts
wave tecs for enforcements
so f-ck yo high tolerance for pain, you b-tches better be born with extra endorphins
i’m the son of the soil
i rep the chi
from 11-9 to the crumbled buildings of cabrini hard
acknowledge the demi god
you a p-ssy, pubic bikini job
opposite end of the blade of sweeny todd

[ verse 2 ]
since my ej-cul-tion fate was automatic profit and fortune
why the f-ck ( ? ) catastrophic proportions
leave bodies severed and the sockets contortioned
this is barrel in your mouth, pad his pocket extortion
name your favorite spitters
i orchestrate -ss-ssination
unmask your jason’s 16-bar fascination
i’m fantastic four with the flow
rock fire sh-t unseen by any stretch of your imagination
if you n-ggas ain’t b-tchin over statue placement
then it’s southern over-saturation or hova’s maturation
my saliva and venom from a cobra’s ( ? )
f-ck your gratulations, i take scrilla over adulation
this is sick cinema converted to canvas
workin a v-g-n-l with 16 cervical cancers
with no medicinal or surgical answers
50-40 foot vertical stances, leaps and bounds ahead of y’all
impervious bars, hit the -ss on the curviest broads
well gangsta, you know the st-rdiest odds
spit scurviest ( ? ), b-tch, my only opponent worthy is god
even then i’ll topsy-turvy them odds
get it gone or get it mashed in excessively
i wear your f-ckin skull as a fashion accessory
f-g, eat a d-ck veiny, d-ck cheney
till it bust on you like a hunting accident – he’s kinda sick, ain’t he?

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