Kill 'Em Part 2

"It's killin' me"

Please be clear. This is an invasion

Green Lantern in the lab

The invasion. The Bar Exam 2

"Green Lantern"

[Kid Vishis]

Last of the spitters

Hall of dope niggas from the past to present is saying, "Next is Vishis"

I'm, one of the illest, the realest feel it

Competition isn't existence because I got venomous diction

You should toss your mic is my advice

You expect me to be scary cause you talkin' hype?

I'm like, how you gonna pump me up with no shottie then

How you gonna fist fight Floyd when you Gotti ?

I'm the nice right hand Ruger specialist

Turn 'em into twins and I'll appear ambidextrous

Simultaneous, back and forth trigger movements

He bleeding profusely

I've executed my execution

I got knowledge but I like violence and loot

Type to go to college

Not to learn, just to shoot a student

Kid Vishis

Nothin' fictitious

Talked your bitch into believing my seed is nutritious

(Delicious ha ha ha)

Yep, then you went and kissed her like it don't matter

She went and swallowed my baby batter

You sick!

I know you been a bitch

I hate you worse than fans hate Joe D. for pickin' Darko Milicic

I got a killer spit

River current flow

I'm as vicious as a pit

You a reappearing ho

Sho' nuff I gotta go

Bruce Leroy to these decoys

Deep speech, each beat I seek and destroy

D-Boy

The city's prince, I'm really convinced

I'm up

To being as sick as Two Girls In A Cup (yuck!)

I leave these wack MCs alone

They won't be in it long

They only got so much time like a minute phone

Bring your lyrics home

Find you with your spirit gone

Outlined and scribbled

My nine spiral period

Idiot

I'm on some Frank Nitty, big willie shit

Bout his bread

Bout he get you dead and I'm serious!

[Royce Da 5'9"]

Delirious

Beats be the eeriest

Hand on my balls

The Boyz N The Hood know my style like Furious

I fight dirty

I'm Ike scurvy

I'll slap a bitch

It's obviously like blood on a white jersey

Don't go and have an accident

Christ Passion-ate

You little boys invite me to spaz

I'm right on your ass

I Mike-Jackson-it

My bitch Nina Ross constantly looking for pussy

You don't push me that pistol is dyke accurate

The lights flashin' in the night from the chain

Like it's lightening

Bitches suckin' up to me

My life is a Dyson

The chicken with me is a knockout like she a Tyson

But like she enticing

Bright like the ice in a Breitling

The Feds buggin' like I'm lice

Whenever we chop it up

Like I'm dicin

And I gas like I'm nitrous

I'm on top like I'm icing

What you not nice is

The block price is higher than the rock pipe is

George Bush that button like the Iraq crisis

I'm Ted Dibiase

I cop it

It's not priceless

Insane in the membrane

I'm sittin' on top of Sugar Hill like AZ but I'm not Cypress

You got a light for the blunt?

Fire up

Call me Poppa Big Willie/pop a big wheelie like the bike front tire up

Me and Vish nigga

We in tip top shape

Myspace

I stay in a bitch top eight

The only question I ask you bitch niggas is, "Why hate?"

The handle on the pistol is pearly like God's gate

Y'all niggas sound fishy but you're really squad bait

These Gucci's, these ain't Chuckies/Chuck E's but this is Child's Play