Vinny Crook$ - Domier lyrics

[Prod. By Left Brain] [Verse 1] I'm on a roll like a hundred spokes with so many flows I could compose a dose of dope, coming with the okie doke Yo b**h I pokie poke, Vinny run it don't ya know These b**hes think I give a f**, I could pop a downer Drowning in my sorrow, i'm on Pac's corner serenading The pulsation of my lyrics, leave your spirit penetrated Motivated with these stanzas for the fans that awaited Never will never had satisfactory, one man tragedy Pressurize audacity, strong arm steady, Phil Da Agony Feel the agony? I align ya with catastrophe Put your favorite MC in atrophy, f** ya gimmicks Dispatching my casualties, with nines and buck tin in Got the pen with a voodoo doll, cold as Lou Rawls Duck these f** faces drag em out like RuPaul Aim for the grill like Paul Wall, word is bond Schizo on the beat i'm a traumatized war vet Cut from a different cloth with the bars I crochet From sun up to sun set son set it off i'm so vexed I'm still prime time like Deion, yet the most slept on I'll get your dreams impeded on, turn blocks into Elm Streets My mental is higher than Tom Cruise Vanilla Sky is The flyest and yet the highest, all you write is pilot I'm on the next episode, my weapon loads and aims bias At these half a** rappers thinking they sh**s hot Make em kiss the dirt, now he down to earth like Chris Rock Get yo b**h to hop, on my john, invest stock she lick co*k Take her to Lucy's diamond, in the sky for a pit stop Stash under the sole of my Ewings, i'm Huey Newton On use of illusion, too elusive for Confucius Been alluded to this music for years being a student Of Jigga, God's Son, Makaveli, Big Pun, and Biggie Son of a legend sorta like Ziggy, piff in my lungs no ciggy Outshine these poets while most MC's have sleepovers Juxtaposed to all the realest homies that seek toasters Down and dirty like E-40 with the click Hitting licks my daily routine, back when I was thirteen BB Daytons on my ten speed, red bones creep me in they teepee She make that kitty kat purr at me i'm feeding frenzy Hydrocodone shouts my man Pimp C, i'm leaning with the Zan Menage a trois, with b**hes looking like Gina and Pam Goddamn, soap suds on my nina, she scrubbing my dino Feeling like Prince Zamunda, moneys the root b**h im Kunta Stoned off the buddah that Medusa i'm a mind ruler Keep more k's, nines than groomers, you gone need a tutor Your shooters are Ferris Buller, need a three piece suitor When we ride slow, disturbing the peace like i'm Luda This that Amityville Ronanld Defeo flow Hip-Hop's new edition, you got that Ron Devoe flow Bow down like you was posted up in a mosque floor Pirrelli's in front of Roscoes, with yo dame after eight eighths Of Grape Ape in my Bathing Ape, got her a** about face Haters gone hate, s** on these after I scrape the plate And just in one take, i'll get the studio sautéed And you can get exposed like an R&B s** tape Comedy rappers Russell Simmons should host your mixtape