Worst Fears Confirmed

[Verse 1] I'm the eye of a violent storm, darkest cloud on a funnel mission With slugs that travel through barrels with tunnel vision (WHOA!) Clips to extensive spit to offensive From the chi love don't live here any more rent to expensive Push weight in a sentence 'til I'm knocked awaiting my sentence Am I god's personal weapon of mass destruction or Satan's apprentice? Nice but I'm hating repentance Coca cola killer twist your shit leave a prize under every cap No blatant resentments Look let the drama come, I'm bent on havoc The crown don't move whoever intends on grabbing it Is fighting off full-blown AIDS with Flintstone tablets Whether niggas feel me or not regardless style heartless foul Spit in front of the hardest crowds If they start booing I'm sticking fans Artest style Recognize bitch the darkest cloud Motherfuckers I'm back! [Hook: repeat 2X] Guess whose back in this bitch again full turn Yep your worst fears confirmed You betta learn The crown don't move, wait your turn What else can I siiizzzay V to the iiiizzzaaa!! (Scratched Jigga) [Verse 2] Long range shitting I'm an asshole with a built in sniper lense Your top ten rappers top ten got no type of wins I've been nasty since birth Fuck a jersey the hall of fame retired a couple of my shitty dippers then The truth since my umbilical was chopped from my navel Darkest Cloud didn't go pop but I'm stable Never been dropped from a label I gage my career to a fat bitch at a buffet and brought a lot to the table The games lets die verse so fuck peace until I left my curse And rookies claiming they the best since Big death died worst Bitch please you've yet to spit shit that could fuck with a Left Eye verse (That's Real Talk) I'm sonning as long as the one in the sky hung They say the good die young Mostly over bullshit and women that's high strung But them same bitch's is throwing me pussy like they're runner-ups for the Cy Young Huh! [Hook] [Verse 3] I hold it down for my niggas that's spending there last days in the county And for the bitch's that's sending them work laced in them brownies For them niggas that's popped Jess I'm raising the bounty 'Til your brains on your moms with the shell casings around me That's real talk with the real chalk on ya, resting in a twin Glock coma The flows glaucoma who's seeing me now? Out MCing me now? I win at 106 shitting on the audience with AJ and free in the crowd I ain't no fucking mixed tape fake thug take an ak slug in that pussy shit fake mug! It's alright to show the late greats love But some of y'all are riding dicks and don't know it like a date-rape drug Catch me with your little niece on the couch Kick her out the house with no blouse, Capris on slouch I ain't fuck I just poked at her throat like a Capri sun pouch Point blank I'm a fucking problem capech I'm out And there it is.... [Hook]