Panik - Urban Legend lyrics

[Vak**] We gun hold and not one cold and safe under the sun solar So when I squeeze off 8, I'm guaranteed to make 7-Up yours like the uncola Or retorically nice almost effortlessly Born with a silver spoon in my mouth like infants with epilepsy sh**, years after my prime leaves I might have to resort to lettin' the nine squeeze to convince dick riders To kindly let go of mine please You a third nut separated at birth one conjoined testicle to tongue siamese Last summer we jumped Out The Speakers and f**ed sh** up with the Vianese Now watch me take a cold and this piss with a full bladder make time freeze Golden shower the globe 'till every snowman across the f**in' planet turns Chinese My mentality is necrose red dot sh** To the face of the planet catchin' back here's ya' freckles Me and J-U overshadowed the league, so you blaze battlin' with two dicks in Yo' mouth till 'yo jaws give it out from battle fatigue [Juice] The professional's red dot'll turn these n***as into vegetables So vivid I could kick it at the Cannes Film Festival Decaffienated coffee shop n***as get a**a**inated I was vaccinated with a syrum that was rap related I spit a theorem full strength I don't approximate Intoxicate ya' ho and show you footage o' da co*k she ate Whether Glock 3-8 grenades and street sweepers Address me on yo' knees like students should greet teachers My intellect special, I hold my tech special Jet Li or Bruce, pick one I'm next level The rest see me new some smoke six blunts inhale em' And hang em' out to dry like Witch Hunts in Salem sh** my status dope enough to catapult me to the top We blew the spot like it was just another buddah drop You couldn't dream of winning if you used your imagination Triangle Offense and Molemen collaboration [Hook] [Vak**] Am I the sickest n***a sh**tin' on em'? [Juice] No doubt [Vak**] Y'all n***as want the heat? [Juice] Than get ya' dough out [Vak**] k** with n***as before they even spit they flow out, we brought it When y'all took the whole route [Both] f** around and get yo' a** tore out [Juice] Am I the nicest n***a spittin' it? [Vak**] No doubt [Juice] You n***as want the heat? [Vak**] Get ya dough out [Juice] Big Juice rip n***as before they even spit they flow out, we brought It while y'all n***as took the whole route [Both] f** around and get your a** tore out [Juice] And like I said we spit the vividest rhymes because we livin' it You'll need eight more rappers just to make this sh** equivalent Juice crush this, any mic that Juice touches We be all in your girlfriend's mouth like toothbrushes Nasty off the head and when I'm in the booth f** it Like the skin on Edward James Olmos I'm too rugged I could either thug it, lug it round or unplug it Represent illmatic half time on one love it It's murder to ca**ette and I beg you to come dub it We could either use our hands but Tom just stun gun it And I ain't ever been known to have the cleanest and demeanor But I get the whole U.S. Open like Venus and Serena Period, this is How We Chill, Freestyle or Written When we came Out The Speakers last year they didn't listen So next time I crack they bones follow me I'm so much doper than mc's, I owe these n***as an apology [Vak**] f** sweating bullets n***as perspiring Sixteen shot clips when I put they heat on slow roast I don't just outshine you, I show my a** and make yo' face the co-host While me and J-U run a triangle on yo' b**h Feeding these balls in a low post I'm a cross breed between Letter T crosses in the letter I infrared sick dot us Poison fingers until my wig smarter, from a hennison vine a stigmata with Lacerations half Christ and Big Poppa I'll push the envelope far beyond the term ill limits That's why some of the nicest is still timid If I said it than k** meant it Playa, only way yo' jersey hanging from the rafters Is if yo' b**h a** still in it One penis lacin' double penetration my pen is wastin' a semen tastin' Substance on a fragment of yo' imagination f** for the laugh of the exit wounds I'll plug brains with .50 caliber slugs and plant seeds in exit wounds I wipe my sh** cat or corn it's just to whip motherf**ers And zig-zag and watch his wig drag In 2000 Triangle Offense gettin' dough and big bags While you buy season tickets to ride dicks f*g like six flags [Hook] [Juice] Am I the nicest n***a spittin' it? [Vak**] No doubt [Juice] Y'all n***as want the heat? [Vak**] Get ya dough out [Juice] Big Juice rip n***as before they even get they flow out, we brought It while y'all n***as took the whole route [Both] f** around and get your a** tore out [Vak**] Am I the sickest n***a sh**tin' on em'? [Juice] No doubt [Vak**] Y'all n***as want the heat? [Juice] Than get ya' dough out [Vak**] k** with n***as before they even spit they flow out, we brought it When y'all took the whole route [Both] f** around and get yo' a** tore out