Vak** - The Darkest Cloud lyrics

I pray to God for His blessing to consent slaughter Your seven ounces of brain holds 2 percent water Literately your dried idea belongs under your arm pits Fully armed spit. My palms slick with this engraved Vak** in quotation's the nicest After I come f** this liquid hell Only hoes that's giving head is getting flotation devices Digest words to k** by Auto-pilot my technique so even if I sleep on my own sh** it's still fly I'm Gods only begotten renegade angel; saint-sinner Make anemic hemorrhage, I can draw graphic scenic image with paint-thinner Let the bullsh** stop to a screech with hot lead I beseech hip hop heads til the tooth brush is obsolete Many f** around and catch a reach flip top head I set respectable trends Til the sickest emcees blueprint my testicle skin Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks to your chin Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands Cause the darkest cloud shall roam the rest of your natural lifespan Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands Cause the darkest cloud... I'm voicing oral crucification with a mouth full of nine inch nails Conceptually blazing in trails, with your skeletal remains and entrails Impaled, snug and cushy My hip-hop status is c-section (why?) Cause I'm a cut above you pussies My DNA spliced with a Japanese feudal lord Brutal sword lacerations with impartial rhymes Keep a b**h that's a ten Pimping's like Farrakhan with cerebral palsy, I can start a million march of dimes Significant sever uncertain signs salivating Circles around cyphers of a venomous serpent kind Dizzying b**hes, merking n***as grizzly and vicious Til they minus flesh and bone like Layzie, Krayzie, Bizzy, and Wish's Who's the sickest sh**ting this year? And your continuation of breathing all depends on how good's the answers f** up and the judge will sentence me so many times You'll have to indent this sh** and put it in stanzas Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands Cause the darkest cloud shall roam the rest of your natural lifespan Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands Cause the darkest cloud... I don't talk sh**, I give sh** a second language You a** betting a dyslectic Spanglish Hope for the best but expect the anguish Presently, sleepers dying pissed off And my sole solution for the chronic bed wetting is electric blankets My diatribe merks entire tribes I'm the 13th ghost from (?) So when I make the alphabet perform Karma Sutra The English language'll have to be stapled-stitched back together with stainless steel armored sutures Drunken word techniques for (?) Tequila liqour sh** bananas with a peel and a Chiquita sticker (Heat a clip up?), puts kids to sleep Spitting Korean entrepreneur flows that (push wigs to eat?) Illuminous whip, darkest cloud cumulous (?........?) numerous clicks, cancer tumorous sick Nickel, slick, quick, humorous spit Liquid sword salivation til throats of every consumer is slit sh**. In every recessive state my flows a regal spectacle If I was born with one nut I'll still be ego-testicle And n***as sh**-popping more outstanding worth than weight Can't hold a f**ing candle to me with Bob Hope's birthday cake I've enhanced the Jordan rules Putting bodies on the mic and watch the fliest n***a leap to his d**h If the name of my profession is "f** You" then basically what I'm trying to say is... Never mind, my work speaks for itself Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands Cause the darkest cloud shall roam the rest of your natural lifespan Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands Cause the darkest cloud... Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands Cause the darkest cloud shall roam the rest of your natural lifespan Bow down to an entity none of ya'll nice than Put your tool on safety and a mic in a mic stand Your fight plans now's in Christ's hands Cause the darkest cloud..