UNIVERSAL MIXTAPE VOL.1 (Track 3) One of the many songs where I take my shots at my haters.f*** y'all.I ain't done with you yet.I will kill you through my music.
I am Prime-One,a.k.a Vincent Van Flow,16-Bar Assassin,The Vanilla Thrilla,amongst other handles. I've been writing rap songs off-and-on since 1987. I prefer to think of myself as a lyricist as opposed to being a rapper because there is a difference. Anyone can be a rapper...it takes pure skill to be a lyricist. I'm never content with where I'm at on a lyrical level and I keep pushing myself forward and stepping up my game. I got a lot of different styles and I drop all types of different shit so you never know what I'm going to come out with next.
Lyrics
(Spoken)
This song is dedicated to the assholes, b*** es,hoes,hypocrites,bullies,schoolmates,
pussies,power tripping idiots,haters,snitches,retards,and bums who've ever done me wrong. Suck my dick and choke
Who the f*** are you? (8x)
(1st verse)
I've got a hit list full of names that I'll scratch off
By the time that this beat ends and the track stops
'Cause I've held a lot of rage in,kept my demons caged in
Now I'm bringin' so much heat,I could be mistaken
For Satan,damn right,I've got the fire
And a whole bunch of beef to rival Oscar Meyer
Truth is,there's so many people I ain't cool with
Either actin' foolish or in my ear like Q-Tips
I've been called a toothpick but size doesn't matter
We can stand side by side,I'm still bigger and fatter
Colossal stature,verbal velociraptor
I'll tear the flesh off your bones and sh** you out after
(Who the f*** are you)
(2nd verse)
I call sh** as I see it,I do as I please, b***
I will raise my seeds in a way which I see fit
I am who I am,you can take it or leave it
Your nose,outside of my business,where you should keep it
I'm walkin' my own path your feet don't belong on
Step on it,the fat lady's singin' your swan song
They'll find your head in Detroit,severed toes in Hong Kong
Your heart in the Amazon for piranhas to chomp on
I'm the garbage man,you're in the garbage can
'Cause anything of little worth gets discarded and
Thrown in my garbage truck to fill a part of land
See me by the curb with many bags of garbage in my hand
(Who the f*** are you)
(3rd verse)
Nobody's going to break my stride,no one will slow me down
Haters are like circus acts 'cause they're only clowns
They'll get their wigs knocked off under the big top
It's the Gong Show,one 'bang' will make their gig stop
Vengeance is sweet,gratifyin' like intercourse
You get f*** ed but it's intercourse of a different sort
If you don't want that,stay out of contact
Whatever you dish out is what you want back
So f*** y'all who tried to beat me,treat me
Like I was feces,play me or cheat me
I'm still here,still kickin',still greater than you
Doormat,I'll rub my face with my shoes
(Who the f*** are you)
