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letra de sickplicity - vakill

[vak!ll]
vak!ll..

[verse 1]
i’m a harbinger of death with a flow otherworldly
cancer cl-ster that wasn’t discovered early
sh-ttin on you ’til your body covered thoroughly
my quotes c-ckblock throats
’til mc’s unable to respond
like i just told a homeless person a knock knock joke
malicious; tattooed f.u.n. on my d-ck
for “f-ck you n-ggas” while i poke fun at yo’ b-tch
leavin spitters missin vowels, sh-tters disemboweled
the last one you clearly wouldn’t doubt
n-ggas won’t consider dissin now
f-ck punchlines and metaphors; i settle wars
spittin darts ’til puncture wounds look like an extra set of pores
i’m morally sick and auspicious, all vicious
quick to jaw b-tches ’til they chin hit the ground like drawbridges
potnah, yo’ whole style ichabod crane
i’m leavin all you riders headless when i squeeze off these sleepy hollows
and pick apart brains, blow to smidgens
my sh-t on point like infrared scopes strapped on the -ss of homing pigeons

[scratched]
“it ain’t nothin..” “it’s simple ain’t it? but quite clever”
“i’m the sickest”

[verse 2]
i came lyrically known as the most foul clinic
biochemist spittin’ a mutated aids virus
puttin n-ggas careers on cryogenics
i math with godly wrath when it go all
like pinocchio eatin’ p-ssy while he takin’ a polygraph
i’m bane on some angioplasty sh-t
just f-ck you out of the frame into your nasty b-tch
spit epic novels evil and episcopal
f-ck your respect, i done dropped two singles and already my rep is gospel
in this world of cutthroats
i’m a midget with a scalpel and a non remorseful grin
circ-msizin’ everything below the torso skin
you f-ckin’ with the only one in the wet t-shirt contest with a dorsel fin
i spit fire f-ggots and fart in a flame
backstabber, but i’m terribly takin part in a plan
give a f-ck whatever, if your ironing it, throw the book at me
i’m throwin’ it back full of pubic hairs with the pages stuck together
i nut on cds and sh-t on tapes
far as vinyl, i’m the last cat you wanna see workin at a fast food joint
to grasp at our plates, none sicker
sworn revenge like a driveby car with a rainbow bumper sticker
i’m lettin off a thick cream blast
til the whole planet is sleepin in a wet spot with a well reamed -ss
while you playin dreamcast and suckin so many of these rap n-ggas d-cks
your mouths starting to look like a scream mask

hook 2x

[verse 3]
i’m sick by design shorty because i shine jewelry
with blind fury, the underground -ssigned jury
try to accuse me of being too jiggy and sh-t
disregarding the fact that i’m like christlike nice with m-ss purely
draw me with th-rns and a bracelet to match
i’m matter but known to make car stereos and n-ggas faces detach
quintessentially dark intregal, poisonous tipster
heart wrinches, spit ink like i was anatomically part tentacle
subliminal vak!ll disses echo past ya
while i squeeze off til your f-cking dosely echo plaster
code malice streets got my soul callous
but i’m nice like twelve deciples
sip my blood from a dope chalice, sh-t
my worst effort is madness in reverse method
sh-ttin’ with a jamaican work ethic til this game b-tch unfold
and n-ggas grip my nuts so tight
i don’t know whether to spin or tap out the self-‘gnition code

hook 2x

- vakill

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