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King Vicious a.k.a. Prodigy a.k.a. K.I.D. a.k.a. Da Finest a.k.a. Diesel. WHOO.
WHOO! My swagg back my dude....Ohh...
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:01
Lyrics
My shit is impervious to outside control...
I can't get a grip, I slip and let go...
Leave your whole body shook right down to your soul...
Leave you bashed and smashed with a banged up skull...
Leave ya whole face swole, not mighty but morphin...
My lyrics ain hot my nigga they scortchin...
They burnin they meltin they leave you disabled...
You try to escape but you trip and ain able...
They killin you slow like kane did able..
Then washin ya blood, it swirls to the drain hole...
You know what I came fo,
I'll rock you and leave you in dreamland dancin in rainbows...
I'ma proffessional fighter...
Skilled little writer...
Wit knuckles that play on repeat the goodnighter...
I'm higher than higher...
You seated, I'm flyer...
Up in the sky, I'm fried and straight fired...
I'll say no disrespect, put the tech to your neck...
Lets play russion roulette, if you down make a bet...
Place a bet on your life, you win or you die...
You slick and you try to cheat then you fry...
AGH I'm the greatest, fresh on the A-list...
You takin me out, I'm the One from the matrix...
Dodgin your bullets, beat that ass while you shootin...
You steadily bruisin and your life is losin...
Your breath gettin weakened you grilled and you seasoned...
Put that glock to your dome and your brain will start leavin...
Bleedin, you not even breathin...
Don't ask me no questions cause you know the reason...
But besides that I'm back on wit my cap on my gat on
Fully automatic, I forgot to put the mac on...
Belt grip fastened, I'ma get the last laugh in...
Your life, flyin, swervin, crashin...
Bullet belt, bullet shoulder strap, wit the gat to match...
You really makin money then I'ma puttin holes all in your trap...
Skilled wit rap, please though no pictures or autographs...
Plus my swagg cleaner than fresh clothes out the laundromat...
Rambo Boy, camo paint, Flashbang, 2 grenades...
Anything I need to surf your sea of niggas wave by wave...
Turn the page, other side some words engraved...
I'ma make you and the barrel of my gun engaged...
You won't survive, you the bitch, my gun the man,
you may kiss the bride...
Blast your tounge aside...
Leave ya skin bumpin like the speakers in tha ride...
Red Toes, 24's, lambo doors, tint windows...
Bouncin back and forth, leanin like a 64...
