Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Worst Fears Confirmed , by - Vakill. Song from the album Worst Fears Confirmed, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.01.2006
Record label: Molemen
Song language: English
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… |