Panik - Monstaz Ink lyrics

My name is legendary on all blocks, spitting fireball rocks Before they call pops had bodies in walls and crawl spots Hammers is all co*ked So many Makaveli mini-me's in the game it's a f**ing 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 n***as albums did more flopping then a Vlade Divac season sh** 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 b**h And you hot n***as ain't keeping sh** warm but the bench I'm a beast in bed, check my dick head for triple sixes I'll hit a fat a** from the back until it ripples vicious Give titty nipples stitches I'm a pimp, p**y fall in my lap like a strip club full of clumsy crippled b**hes They say d**h comes in threes, but f** it I'm feeling a fourth nut Ejaculation until my scrotum shrivels and dwarfs up From getting brain and poo-nani from two mami's I'm tsunami with the spitting, you cartoon a** n***as is Toonami Y'all f*ggots wish the champs lose but that ain't chips on y'all shoulders, switch your shampoos Your cosigning gangsta sh** you can't prove The hood won't take ya Y'all print model spitting, got no flow but the sh** 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 a**es faster than DMX's household appliances You got no money and mo problems you backwards Frank White I sh** 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 sh** sweet b**h, only suge' in my tanks knight n***as asking 'When is Va gon bling?' Or 'When is Vak** 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 b**h 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 sh** cla**ic soon Am I nice, how can you ask it spit burns acid wounds And run cemeteries outta casket room, yall ga**ed with fumes I go harder, wether a chrome nine or a plastic spoon Its simple I'm flyest, spit on graves to rekindle a fire And funeral directors is a**embling choirs No flows resemble Messiah's n***as do not want it til a vest with a Superman symbols acquired, prior