Monstaz Ink

My name is legendary on all blocks, spitting fireball rocks Before they call pops had bodies in walls and crawl spots Hammers is all cocked So many Makaveli mini-me's in the game it's a fucking 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 niggas albums did more flopping then a Vlade Divac season Shit 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 bitch And you hot niggas ain't keeping shit warm but the bench I'm a beast in bed, check my dick head for triple sixes I'll hit a fat ass from the back until it ripples vicious Give titty nipples stitches I'm a pimp, pussy fall in my lap like a strip club full of clumsy crippled bitches They say death comes in threes, but fuck 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 ass niggas is Toonami Y'all faggots wish the champs lose but that ain't chips on y'all shoulders, switch your shampoos Your cosigning gangsta shit you can't prove The hood won't take ya Y'all print model spitting, got no flow but the shit 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 asses faster than DMX's household appliances You got no money and mo problems you backwards Frank White I shit 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 shit sweet bitch, only suge' in my tanks knight Niggas asking 'When is Va gon bling?' Or 'When is Vakill 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 bitch 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 shit classic soon Am I nice, how can you ask it spit burns acid wounds And run cemeteries outta casket room, yall gassed 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 assembling choirs No flows resemble Messiah's Niggas do not want it til a vest with a Superman symbols acquired, prior