Lyrics Worst Fears Confirmed - Vakill, Memo, Molemen

Worst Fears Confirmed

I’m the eye of a violent storm, darkest cloud on a funnel mission
With slugs that travel through barrels with tunnel vision (WHOA!)
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 mass destruction or Satan’s apprentice?
Nice but I’m hating repentance
Coca cola killer twist your shit leave a prize under every cap
No blatant ???
Look let the drama come, I’m bent on havoc
The crown don’t move whoever intends on grabbing it Is fighting of full blown aids with Flintstone tablets
Whether niggaz 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 bitch the darkest cloud
Motherfuckers I’m back!
Guess whose back in this bitch again full turn
Yep your worst fears confirmed
You betta learn
The crown don’t move, wait your turn
What else can I siiizzzay
V to the iiiizzzaaa!
(Scratched Jigga)
Long range shitting
I’m an asshole with a built in sniper lense
Your top ten rappers top ten got no type of wins
I’ve been nasty since birth
Fuck a jersey the hall of fame retired a couple of my shitty 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 bitch at a buffet and brought a lot to the table
The games lets die verse so fuck peace until I left my curse
And rookies claiming they the best since big death died worst
Bitch please you’ve yet to spit shit that could fuck 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 bullshit and women that’s high strung
But them same bitch’s is throwing me pussy like they running up’s for the siyun
Huh!
I hold it down for my niggaz that’s spending there last days in the county
And for the bitch’s that’s sending them work laced in them brownies
For them niggaz 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 shitting on the audience with AJ and free in the crowd
I ain’t no fucking mixed tape fake thug take an ak slug in that pussy shit 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 fuck I just poked at her throat like a Capri sun pouch
Point blank I’m a fucking problem capech I’m out
And there it is…