Vak** - Worst Fears Confirmed lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm the eye of a violent storm, darkest cloud on a funnel mission With slugs that travel through barrels with tunnel vision Clips to extensive spit to offensive From the chi love don't live here any more rent to expensive Push weight in a sentence 'til I'm knocked awaiting my sentence Am I god's personal weapon of ma** destruction or Satan's apprentice? Nice but I'm hating repentance Coca cola k**er twist your sh** leave a prize under every cap No blatant resentments Look let the drama come, I'm bent on havoc The crown don't move whoever intends on grabbing it Is fighting off full-blown AIDS with Flintstone tablets Whether n***as feel me or not regardless style heartless foul Spit in front of the hardest crowds If they start booing I'm sticking fans Artest style Recognize b**h the darkest cloud Motherf**ers I'm back! [Hook x2] Guess whose back in this b**h again full turn Yep your worst fears confirmed You betta learn The crown don't move, wait your turn What else can I s-iz-ay ? V to the iz-A ! [Verse 2] Long range sh**ting I'm an a**hole with a built in sniper lense Your top ten rappers top ten got no type of wins I've been nasty since birth f** a jersey the hall of fame retired a couple of my sh**ty dippers then The truth since my umbilical was chopped from my navel Darkest Cloud didn't go pop but I'm stable Never been dropped from a label I gage my career to a fat b**h at a buffet and brought a lot to the table The games lets die verse so f** peace until I left my curse And rookies claiming they the best since Big d**h died worst b**h please you've yet to spit sh** that could f** with a Left Eye verse (That's Real Talk) I'm sonning as long as the one in the sky hung They say the good die young Mostly over bullsh** and women that's high strung But them same b**h's is throwing me p**y like they're runner-ups for the Cy Young Huh ! [Hook x2] Guess whose back in this b**h again full turn Yep your worst fears confirmed You betta learn The crown don't move, wait your turn What else can I s-iz-ay ? V to the iz-A ! [Verse 3] I hold it down for my n***as that's spending there last days in the county And for the b**h's that's sending them work laced in them brownies For them n***as that's popped Jess I'm raising the bounty 'Til your brains on your moms with the shell casings around me That's real talk with the real chalk on ya, resting in a twin Glock coma The flows glaucoma who's seeing me now? Out MCing me now? I win at 106 sh**ting on the audience with AJ and free in the crowd I ain't no f**ing mixed tape fake thug take an ak slug in that p**y sh** fake mug! It's alright to show the late greats love But some of y'all are riding dicks and don't know it like a date-rape drug Catch me with your little niece on the couch Kick her out the house with no blouse, Capris on slouch I ain't f** I just poked at her throat like a Capri sun pouch Point blank I'm a f**ing problem capech I'm out And there it is.... [Hook x2] Guess whose back in this b**h again full turn Yep your worst fears confirmed You betta learn The crown don't move, wait your turn What else can I s-iz-ay ? V to the iz-A !