Vakill..

I'm a harbinger of death with a flow otherworldly

Cancer cluster that wasn't discovered early

Shittin on you 'til your body covered thoroughly

My quotes cockblock throats

'Til MC's unable to respond

Like I just told a homeless person a knock knock joke

Malicious; tattooed F.U.N. on my dick

For "Fuck You ****" while I poke fun at yo' bitch

Leavin spitters missin vowels, shitters disemboweled

The last one you clitoris-endowed ****'ll consider dissin now

Fuck punchlines and metaphors; I settle wars

Spittin darts 'til puncture wounds look like an extra set of pores

I'm morally sick and auspicious, all vicious

Quick to jaw bitches 'til they chin hit the ground like drawbridges

Potnah, yo' whole style Ichabod Crane

I'm leavin all you riders headless when I squeeze off these Sleepy Hollows

And pick apart brains, blown to smidgens

My shit on-point like infrared scopes strapped on the ass of homing pigeons

[Hook: Scratched] (x2)

"It ain't nothin.."

"It's simple ain't it? But quite clever"

"You know I'm the sickest"

I came lyrically known as the most foul clinic

Biochemist spittin' a mutated AIDS virus

Puttin **** careers on cryogenics

I math with godly wrath

One to grow on like Pinocchio eatin' pussy while he takin' a polygraph

I'm vain/vein on some angioplasty shit

Fist-fuck you out of the frame, injure nasty bitch

Spit epic novels evil and episcopal

Fuck your respect, I done dropped two singles and already my rep is gospel

In this world of cutthroats

I'm a midget with a scalpel and a nonremorseful grin

Circumsizin' everything below the torso skin

You fuckin' with the only one in a wet t-shirt contest with a dorsal fin

I spit fire faggots and fart in a flame

Backstabber, but I'm terribly takin part in a plan

Give a fuck, whatever, if your honor throw the book at me

I'm throwin' it back full of pubic hairs with the pages stuck together

I nut on CDs and shit on tapes

Far as vinyl, I'm the last cat you wanna see workin at a fast food joint the way i spit on plates

None sicker

Sweet revenge like a drive-by car with a rainbow bumper sticker

I'm lettin off a thick cream blast

Til the whole planet is sleepin in a wet spot with a well-reamed ass

While you playin Dreamcast and suckin so many of these rap ****' dicks

Your mouth's starting to look like a Scream mask

[Hook: Scratched] (x2)

"It ain't nothin.."

"It's simple ain't it? But quite clever"

"You know I'm the sickest"

I'm sick by design surely because I shine jewelry

With blind fury, the underground assigned jury

Try to accuse me of being too jiggy and shit

Disregarding the fact that I'm Christ-like, nice with mass purely

Draw me with thorns and a bracelet to match

My mind of Minolta make car stereos and **** faces detach

Quintessentially dark integral, poisonous tips to heart ventricles, spit ink like I was anatomically part tentacle

Subliminal Vakill disses echo past ya

While I squeeze off til your fucking ghost leak ectoplasm

In cold malice, streets got my soul calloused

But I'm nice like twelve disciples

Sip my blood from a dope chalice, shit

My worst effort is madness in reverse method

Shittin' with a Jamaican work ethic til this game bitch unfold

And **** grip my nuts so tight

I don't know whether to spit or tap out to submission hold

[Hook: Scratched] (x2)

"It ain't nothin.."

"It's simple ain't it? But quite clever"

"You know I'm the sickest"