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vakill – the darkest cloud lyrics

i pray to god for his blessing to consent slaughter
your seven ounces of brain holds 2 percent water
literately your dried idea belongs under your arm pits
full armed spit. my palms slick with this engraved
vakill in quotation’s the nicest
after i come f-ck this liquid h-ll
only hoes that’s giving head is getting flotation devices
digest words to kill by
auto-pilot my technique so even if i sleep on my own sh-t it’s still fly
i’m gods only begotten renegade angel; saint-sinner
make anemic hemorrhage, i can draw graphic scenic image with paint-thinner
let the bullsh-t stop to a screech with hot lead
i beseech hip hop heads til the tooth brush is obsolete
many f-ck around and catch a reach flip top head
i set respectable trends
til the sickest emcees blueprint my t-st-cl- skin
don’t worry if i write rhymes, i write checks to your chin

i’m voicing oral crucification with a mouth full of nine inch nails
conceptually blazing in trails, with your skeletal remains and entrails
impaled, snug and cushy
my hip-hop status is c-section (why?)
cause i’m a cut above you p-ss-es
my dna spliced with a j-panese feudal lord
brutal sword lacerations with impartial rhymes
keep a b-tch that’s a ten
pimping’s like farrakhan with cerebral palsy,
i can start a million march of dimes
significant sever uncertain signs salivating
circus around cyphers of a venomous serpent kind
dizzying b-tches, merking n-gg-s grizzly and vicious
til they minus flesh and bone like layzie, krayzie, bizzy, and wish’s
who’s the sickest sh-tting this year?
and your continuation of breathing all depends on how good’s the answers
f-ck up and the judge will sentence me so many times
you’ll have to indent this sh-t and put it in stanzas

i don’t talk sh-t, i give sh-t a second language
you -ss betting a dyslectic spanglish
hope for the best but expect the anguish
presently, sleepers dying p-ssed off
and my sole solution for the chronic bed wetting is electric blankets
my diatribe merks entire tribes
i’m the 13th ghost from (?)
so when i make the alphabet perform karma sutra
the english language’ll have to be stapled-st-tched back together with stainless steel armored sutures
drunken word techniques for (?) tequila liqour
sh-t bananas with a peel and a chiquita sticker
(heat a clip up?), puts kids to sleep
spitting korean entrepreneur flows that (push wigs to eat?)
illuminous whip, darkest cloud c-mulous (?…?) numerous clicks, cancer tumorous sick
nickel, slick, quick, humorous spit
liquid sword salivation til throats of every consumer is slit
sh-t. in every recessive state my flows a regal spectacle
if i was born with one nut i’ll still be legal t-st-cl-
and n-gg-s sh-t-popping more outstanding worth than weight
can’t hold a f-cking candle to me with bob hope’s birthday cake
i’ve enhanced that you’ve had rules
putting bodies on the mic and watch the flies make a leap to its death
if the name of my profession is “f-ck you” then basically what i’m trying to say is…
never mind, my work speaks for itself

bow down to an ent-ty none of ya’ll nice than
put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand
your fight plans now’s in christ’s hands
cause the darkest cloud shall roam the rest of your natural lifespan
bow down to an ent-ty none of ya’ll nice than
put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand
your fight plans now’s in christ’s hands
cause the darkest cloud…
bow down to an ent-ty none of ya’ll nice than
put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand
your fight plans now’s in christ’s hands
cause the darkest cloud shall roam the rest of your natural lifespan
bow down to an ent-ty none of ya’ll nice than
put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand
your fight plans now’s in christ’s hands
cause the darkest cloud.

- vakill lyrics

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