visvim vandal

[Verse] Visvim vandal, Mogel Francis teas with Roman candles Sparked off on them, I sparked off on them 'cause he didn’t want to relinquish his timepiece I said my piece He kind of made a face like he thought I was playing, he learned fast, I wasn’t of course Leg shot him then told him to walk it off Not before he threw me his watch like a quarter toss Silk shirt Prada, only three buttons buttoned from the bottom Two different colors on a collar, double match The devil mist, they dispatched it, maintainеd Frankenstein race This is not fiction, thе civilians made reservations but the mobsters eat in the kitchen Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit if you Christian Hannibal Lecter lectures, no room for conjecture State facts or stay back Face flat, sever spines and backs, I’ll make your whole world wheelchair accessible DJ Clue the professional (Clue), tapes being played till the ribbon broke The women folks spoke and said I was valedictorian John DeLorean, Back to the Future automobile Patrice Lumumba, Clarence 13X files Vials litter 180 playground, they was invisible to us Eugene double-tucked off the stoop, real cheese and Campbell’s soup I trooped the pioneer to pack a bunch of bags Graduated to crack bags and bags of scag Look at me, I know the story’s cliché The Queens niggas used to say "Dunn is dumb fly" KB Carnage, Ju-Man alumni Mr. Sports and Parkchester best up in the vestibule The flow is outrageous 'cause the work is exceptional Human being I am, I mean I am Part of the least percent, rich or righteous King Midas, one hundred minus ninety five You only get the lion's share if you got lion pride Who fuckin' with I and I? Not you or you, who is who? I shoot in the crowd to find out later I found out later that I hit home baby moms in the shin I was dormant, but the revolver on the robbers back spinnin' again It’s criminal how I make sound visual These niggas ain’t nice, they typical Typically, I be more critically acclaimed if these lames I wouldn't quite say they're cloggin' up the lane but they kind of in the way Not really one for provocation The cold, too many niggas blowin' hot air The car's [cold][?] with conversation My voice is [?] [Outro] No, I thought you said you were alright I am alright, you ain’t alright, you little fucking prick I thought, I thought I, you said I thought, I thought, you been doing this all fucking night to me you motherfucker You want your drink now? Yeah, go get me a fucking drink, move it you little prick, you walk like fucking [?] Everybody else, you fucking run, run for me you prick Dance, dance the fucking drink back here, you little prick What's that movie? [?]