V.I.C. - XL lyrics

[Intro: RICKY] Got rhymes like a knife that I slide in the beat You can hear it from the Polks when I ride in the street Turning rappers to toe jam that hide in defeat And most died when my pen collide with the sheet [Verse 1: RICKY] I'm the punishment of God on some "Blood & Bone" sh** Feeling in touch with my surroundings on some mud and stone sh** And I'm raising cain Till my day's insane And you can see the blood boil through my blazin' veins Let's get it crackin' I'm kiling like a beast of the sea Busting rhymes from in the west to where the easterners be I'll tell your b**h to put her dry mouthpiece to the D 'Cuz resurrecting b**hes' pussies is like Easter to me I'm in the slab And I'm cruising down the west of the ave Looking round tryna find a couple b**hes to grab Ya boi's ugly as f**, but I'm fresh out the lab So I'm feeling bout as confident as I ever have I'll put a crack in your spleen 'Cuz of the lack of the CREAM And money ain't the root of evil b**h, I swear that it's the lack of it So when I brandish this gun, you're safe if you move back a bit Or just move back a lot Because I'll smite you with the might of Mr. Motherf**ing Kakarot Kamehameha's make them blow up like final form Cell b**h I used to be dead, but I got kicked out of Hell I hit the devil in the face so hard that he fell Sodomized him with his horns and left the demons in awe Then went to Heaven and attacked every angel I saw I need a b**h with the complexion of a staircase To rub that a** down on the left side of my bare face And for any underground rapper thinking they can wreck mine I got an immortal technique, a f**ing TEC-9 And when this TEC speak, I'll leave a check sign Right on a hit list, but if the sh** miss, consider your head, your shoulders, and your f**ing neck mine All I got to do is have a check signed It's k**ers at your door with guns that'll dissect minds Just to teach you stupid motherf**ers to respect lines That I spit, that's right I said lines And not bars cuz my sh**'s dope as the sh** a fed finds When they raid a drug lord big enough to make headlines In the US, so you best not get it twisted like Red Vines Sal's creeping with a knife for necks around bedtime The only f**ing haters that we like are the dead kind b**h [Hook] Yo, this is the bad time - boomerang, bring it all back Flashback, live and prosper, eat well and get fat I was Pop Dula, popular to the ma**es I miss the E-Cla**es, rocking game with def gla**es Rock bottom struck and threw my world off its axis Boomerang - plan to come back like Bronx rap Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path First you shine like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin [Outro: Crusty Barragan] Yeah Crusty Barragan here in this ice rink doing figure eights warming up for your momma's a**hole f**, I'm in this McDonald parking lot in flip flops, Steve Martin Rick Ross put on a T-shirt before somebody comes around and tit-f**s your a** Uh WeirdPeople f** stop the beat I think I just pissed myself