Monstaz Ink

My name is legendary on all blocks, spitting fireball rocks
 Before they call pops had bodies in walls and crawl spots
 Hammers is all cocked
 So many Makaveli mini-me's in the game it's a fucking outbreak of small pox/pacs
 And beef is when everybody is not breathing
 so body me not even
 Everybody is holding and probably not squeezing
 And last year niggaz albums did more flopping then a Vlade Divac season
 Shit I'm warning them flinch and the itching trigger finger is gon start forming a clench
 And you come that hot lead storm and you drenched
 My flow as fury as the scorn of a bitch
 And you hot niggaz ain't keeping shit warm but the bench
 I'm a beast in bed, check my dick head for triple sixes
 I'll hit a fat ass from the back until it ripples vicious
 Give titty nipples stitches
 I'm a pimp, pussy fall in my lap like a strip club full of clumsy crippled bitches
 They say death comes in threes, but fuck it I'm feeling a fourth nut
 Ejaculation until my scrotum shrivels and dwarfs up
 From getting brain and poo-nani from two mami's
 I'm tsunami with the spitting, you cartoon as niggaz is Toonami
 Y'all faggots wish the champs lose but that ain't chips on y'all shoulders, switch your shampoos
 Your cosigning gangsta shit you cant prove
 The hood wont take ya
 Y'all print model spitting, got no flow but the shit looks good on paper
 Spit bars that will knock out whole alliances
 Out cold, y'all about the be outsold and client-less
 Mouths closed in silence
 This fear will smoke y'all asses faster than DMX's household appliances
 You got no money and mo problems you backwards Frank White
 I shit on who you thinks nice for 'fore the eyes of the Lord can blink twice
 Ain't a belt long enough to spank Christ
 And ain't shit sweet bitch, only suge' in my tanks knight
 Niggaz asking 'When is Va gon bling?'
 Or 'When is Vakill gon establish himself as Chicago's king?'
 Im dreaming bout a 10 Million a year gun cargo ring
 And the crown dont move, it goes where I go... scene
 For decades hip hop been misusing the goal
 Now that bitch about to tear up and some tissues fin' to blow
 Who got issues with the flow?
 You in XXL 'Step Yo Rap Game Up' section 12 issues in a row
 Matter of time til my shit classic soon
 Am I nice, how can you ask it spit burns acid wounds
 And run cemeteries outta casket room, yall gassed with fumes
 Alcohol to melt a chrome nine to a plastic spoon
 Its simple I'm flyest, spit on graves to rekindle a fire
 And funeral directors is assembling choirs
 No flows resemble Messiah's
 Niggaz do not want it til a vest with a Superman symbols acquired, prior