Mean Mug Muzik - Vakill

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Mean Mug Muzik

It’s that new Chicago gangsta

That old shit is out

That new shit

Say hello to the future, bitches

(It's that What-the-fuck-you-lookin-at music)

Welcome to Chicago where beef is realer

Where in hairy situations we brush with death and comb the streets for scrilla

It’s a cold world when niggas drawin heat can kill us

The illest of breeds willin to make you bleed to feel us

A animal on his corporate grizzly

Spit divine as Corpus Christi

Flow in hellfire till your corpse is cripsy

Threats became visual

Clappin at the face of Red Kerr-ass niggas like Jordan’s pre-game ritual

Here’s a sicker dosage, keep your triggers focused

Keep the nigga closest, from the inside out like trichinosis

It’s Hood Deal Or No Deal, we face obstacles

Tryina get paper, avoid the biggest cases possible

Now I ain’t even tryin, I just ran off and scribbled

I’m Hail Mary in a stand-off or handoff the middle

Since my hands often brittle

Every strap I put a extra body on it like a (?) it’s man off the dribble

Then after my conquest expect the extortion

That’s the best shit next to endorsements

Wave Tecs for enforcements

So fuck yo high tolerance for pain, you bitches better be born with extra

endorphins

I’m the son of the soil

I rep the Chi

From 11−9 to the crumbled buildings of Cabrini hard

Acknowledge the demi god

You a pussy, pubic bikini job

Opposite end of the blade of Sweeny Todd

Since my ejaculation fate was automatic profit and fortune

Why the fuck (?) catastrophic proportions

Leave bodies severed and the sockets contortioned

This is barrel in your mouth, pad his pocket extortion

Name your favorite spitters

I orchestrate assassination

Unmask your Jason’s 16-bar fascination

I’m Fantastic Four with the flow

Rock Fire shit Unseen by any Stretch of your imagination

If you niggas ain’t bitchin over statue placement

Then it’s southern over-saturation or Hova’s maturation

My saliva and venom from a cobra’s (?)

Fuck your gratulations, I take scrilla over adulation

This is sick cinema converted to canvas

Workin a vaginal with 16 cervical cancers

With no medicinal or surgical answers

50−40 foot vertical stances, leaps and bounds ahead of y’all

Impervious bars, hit the ass on the curviest broads

Well gangsta, you know the sturdiest odds

Spit scurviest (?), bitch, my only opponent worthy is God

Even then I’ll topsy-turvy them odds

Get it gone or get it mashed in excessively

I wear your fuckin skull as a fashion accessory

Fag, eat a dick veiny, Dick Cheney

Till it bust on you like a hunting accident — he’s kinda sick, ain’t he?