Vak** - Mean Mug Muzik lyrics

Yeah Yeah Yeah Mean Mug Muzik It's that new Chicago gangsta That old sh** is out That new sh** Say hello to the future, b**hes (It's that What-the-f**-you-lookin-at music) [ VERSE 1 ] Welcome to Chicago where beef is realer Where in hairy situations we brush with d**h and comb the streets for scrilla It's a cold world when n***as drawin heat can k** 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-a** n***as like Jordan's pre-game ritual Here's a sicker dosage, keep your triggers focused Keep the n***a 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 sh** next to endorsements Wave Tecs for enforcements So f** yo high tolerance for pain, you b**hes 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 p**y, pubic bikini job Opposite end of the blade of Sweeny Todd [ VERSE 2 ] Since my ejaculation fate was automatic profit and fortune Why the f** ( ? ) 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 a**a**ination Unmask your Jason's 16-bar fascination I'm Fantastic Four with the flow Rock Fire sh** Unseen by any Stretch of your imagination If you n***as ain't b**hin over statue placement Then it's southern over-saturation or Hova's maturation My saliva and venom from a cobra's ( ? ) f** 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 a** on the curviest broads Well gangsta, you know the sturdiest odds Spit scurviest ( ? ), b**h, 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 f**in skull as a fashion accessory f*g, eat a dick veiny, Dick Cheney Till it bust on you like a hunting accident - he's kinda sick, ain't he?