Lyrics Forbidden Scriptures - Vakill

Yo all's fair in love and war
In this lyrical tug of war, I struggle more than most do
Wrote a verse on the stamp, the man's postal
Mid-coastal vocalist, Vakill the host of this
Gave me a shout, yo Breeze, get in they ass
Like shit when a baby come out
Fuck rock the cradle, I rock the fatal
I rock the cape and cop the cable with the stronghold fist piece
Packed with mo' liquor than an act rap
Supabreeze, black batman, you can't escape me
What it gonna take me
Wile out and sabotage yo break beats
He gets his head blown to the fuck back of his buttcrack
I cut thats with axe chops
The nigga givin' you the finger, standin in the back of your snapshots
And that's not the worst, add on the megahertz
Throwin' bodies like the high seas crashin the earth
Twenty-four twelve gauges, pointin' at twelve faces
Shred the ugly mugs to bits and send 'em to hell places
Gimme six seconds, i'll share a sick fetish
And million photos to your walls so you can watch your bitch get it
It's Bruce Banner with the screws loose of a loose cannon
With a hand grenade and a pistol to introduce panic
I wanna fuck your whore in the mouth because I hate her guts
Hangin with me in a battle was unlikely
Like holding anything in your hand like a thousand fucking paper cuts
I got some sharp shit for your smart ass
Well son I wet the windshield thru your throw that through your car crash
And I be tugging on you like you making me wanna vomit
Man you're looking messed up
Left your body lookin like welch up from the chest up
Sicker than ten lizards, clawin at ten niggas
Hotter than ten comets and colder than ten blizzards
Came out of the c-section blocked a and b
Toss anything at me, you still ain't grazin me
Get so ill it still amazes me
My brains a metal case, casin' a metal store and I guarantee
I'll be up through the mall nigga ready to war
Yo, you ever hear a nigga scream he wanna battle Jakki?
Ya see that the hold of god of a man that's out of his mind
I'm bitchin my enemies soft with traps that out of his time
Inchin delivery, pork a rapper out of his spine
I'll snatch a rapper out his god damn element
Stomp you out with the force of fifty elephants
I'll take you so far it becomes irrelevant
Shrink myself into your brain and i'll assault your intelligence
I'm hell sent your little angel, I stunt quickly
And the devil just said, "You cannot fuck with me!"
I'm killin songs, I do it without a rap
You can drop a billion bones but won't do it without a strap
Battlin me you find the words onto deciding factor
I can reverse your brain and make every word you say come out backwards
Bring the sickest emcee to me to stare in silence
A hotly sized body it start infecting his iris
There ain't nothin that you can do to excite me
You slow enough to make a snail look like it's pushing light speed
My words are excrement projectiles
The shit I talk will make your asshole wanna file divorce and leave your bowels
You ain't shit to mine, I cripple spines and split ya lines
I slow down reality just so you can't rip on time
Like retinas with feet connectin an ass, I hit behind
Go ask your mom to take your place nigga that bitch your rhyme
I walk on stage, dick in hand
I don't like crowds feelin' me no matter how stiff they stand
Cravin Copywrite to spit on a strict diet of fiberglass and bricks
So you cats can't bite my shit
Don't stomp on my crews fame standing on the roof of McDonalds
The only way you reach the top of the food chain
So what you reachin for the mic for
I hate my own rhymes, what the fuck makes you think I'mma like yours
It's been killin' me how your clique isn't feelin me yet
Fuck a mic check, give 'em a disability check
X-rated, make songs to stress haters
Fuck an H bomb, I wanna hear some napalm and flex blazin
I battle fifty weak flow donors
And beat the odds like an abusive freak show owner
Past foul lifes now identical to my rap style
Take a shit in a crib and wipe my ass with a bath towel
Still shittin, still hittin twenty bottles
Seven henny bottles later, still spittin semi auto
My acapella chokes overrated herbs
Rhyme setter sellin dope, so you know I got a way with words
And fuck edit, engineer, let the swears stay
Like I'm gettin any motherfuckin' airplay
Pure hunger vicious with a track
Use my little underground fame to lure younger bitches in the sack
Bet you didn't think it get more vicious when attack
With ink and sort form a syntactical union syntactical units
Practice communion, drinkin' the blood of Christ
And then became anemic, I'm amademically
Spit a chalk outline when I stock up parents swallowers
Polish my nuts, yo affection is cash
You still can't afford to talk outshinin
With service buying drenches on my knife
Masochist mastubatory, dick riders beat within nine inches of they life
Y'all gay, questioning why I think with my dick so much
Because it's the smartest thing to come out of your mouth all day
Twenty-four bricks when I pen a gram
I battle the side of a pentagram of a satanical cult cycle while wearin adult diapers
So it depends how hard I shit on you and not bitch
Cross your t's and your preparation h's
I got an extinction agenda in these desperation ages
Fuck up the game so bad that I have to skip payin dues
And go directly into the payin reparation stages
Scathe the pain when it's pen pokin and invokin' the crimson cascade and rain
And the beef is never over until a fat bitch drops a bar like Roseannes maiden name
In my universal killables
Cause to shook up to bein' an assassin
It's bein ash the first two syllables
My genetic makeup is not that abnormal hell
I'm half lead and when I'm buried in the back of a head
Is the only way i'll be a shell of my former self, think about it