Текст песни The Darkest Cloud - Vakill

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 fuck this liquid hell
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 shit 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 bullshit stop to a screech with hot lead
I beseech hip hop heads til the tooth brush is obsolete
Many fuck around and catch a reach flip top head
I set respectable trends
Til the sickest emcees blueprint my testicle skin
Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks to your chin

Bow down to an entity 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 entity 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...

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 pussies
My DNA spliced with a Japanese feudal lord
Brutal sword lacerations with impartial rhymes
Keep a bitch 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 bitches, merking niggas grizzly and vicious
Til they minus flesh and bone like Layzie, Krayzie, Bizzy, and Wish's
Who's the sickest shitting this year?
And your continuation of breathing all depends on how good's the answers
Fuck up and the judge will sentence me so many times
You'll have to indent this shit and put it in stanzas

Bow down to an entity 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 entity 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...

I don't talk shit, I give shit a second language
You ass betting a dyslectic Spanglish
Hope for the best but expect the anguish
Presently, sleepers dying pissed 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-stitched back together with stainless steel armored sutures
Drunken word techniques for (?) Tequila liqour
Shit 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 cumulous (?...?) numerous clicks, cancer tumorous sick
Nickel, slick, quick, humorous spit
Liquid sword salivation til throats of every consumer is slit
Shit. In every recessive state my flows a regal spectacle
If I was born with one nut I'll still be legal testicle
And niggas shit-popping more outstanding worth than weight
Can't hold a fucking 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 "Fuck You" then basically what I'm trying to say is...
Never mind, my work speaks for itself

Bow down to an entity 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 entity 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 entity 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 entity 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.