Forbidden Scriptures - Vakill, Camu Tao, Breeze Evahflowin

Ayo all’s fair in love and war

In this lyrical tug of war, I struggle more than most do

Wrote a verse on the stamp, the man’s postal

Mid-coastal vocalist, Vakill the host of this

Gave me a shout, yo Breeze, get in they ass

Like shit when a baby come out

Fuck rock the cradle, I rock the fatal

I rock the cape and cop the cable with the stronghold fist piece

Packed with more liquor than an act rap

Niggas is bitch weak

Supabreeze, black Batman, you can’t escape me

What it gonna take me

Wile out and sabotage your breakbeats

So when your DJ cuts

He gets his head blown to the fuck back of his buttcrack

I cut DATs with axe chops

The nigga givin' you the finger, standin' in the back of your snapshots

And that’s not the worst, add on the megahertz

Throwin' bodies like a high speed crash of a hearse

Twenty-four twelve gauges, pointin' at twelve faces

To shred the ugly mugs to bits and send 'em to hell places

Gimme six seconds, I’ll share a sick fetish

And nail your shoulders to your walls so you can watch your bitch get it

It’s Bruce Banner with the screws loose of a loose cannon

With a hand grenade and a pistol to introduce panic

I wanna fuck your whore in the mouth because I hate her guts

Hangin' with me in a battle was unlikely

Like holding anything in your hand like a thousand fucking paper cuts

I got some sharp shit for your smart ass

Well son I wet the windshield through your throw that through your car crash

And I be tugging on you like you making me wanna vomit

Man you looking messed up

Left your body lookin' like ground chuck from the chest up

Sicker than ten lizards, clawin' at ten niggas

Hotter than ten comets and colder than ten blizzards

Came out of the c-section blocked A and C

Toss anything at me, you still ain’t grazin' me

Get so ill it still amazes me

My brain’s a metal case, casin' a metal store

And I guarantee I’ll be up through the mall, nigga ready to war

Yo, you ever hear a nigga scream he wanna battle Jakki?

He’s either Jehovah God or a Man who’s out of his mind

I’m bitchin' my enemies soft with tracks that’s out of this time

Convincing delivery, talk a rapper out of his spine

I’ll snatch a rapper out his Goddamn element

Stomp you out with the force of fifty elephants

I’ll take you so far it becomes irrelevant

Shrink myself, enter your brain and I’ll assault your intelligence

I’m hell sent your little angel, I stuck quickly

And the devil just said, «You cannot fuck with me!»

I’m killin' songs, I do it without a rap

You can drop a billion bones, I’ll walk through 'em without a scratch

Battlin' me you find the words onto deciding factor

I can reverse your brain and make every word you say come out backwards

Bring the sickest emcee to me to stare in silence

I’ll hop inside his body and start infecting his virus

There ain’t nothin' that you can do that would excite me

You slow enough to make a snail look like it’s pushing light speed

My words are excrement projectiles

The shit I talk will make your asshole wanna file divorce and leave your bowels

You ain’t shit to mine, I cripple spines and split ya lines

I slow down reality just so you can rip on time

Like retinas with feet connecting an ass, I kick behind

Go ask your mom to take your place, maybe that bitch can rhyme

I walk on stage, dick in hand, outspit your clan

I know the crowd’s feelin' me no matter how stiff they stand

Cravin Copywrite to spit on a strict diet of fiberglass and bricks

So you cats can’t bite my shit

No stopping my crews fame standing on the roof of McDonalds

The only way you reach the top of the food chain

So what you reachin' for the mic for?

I hate my own rhymes, what the fuck makes you think I’mma like yours?

It’s been killin' me how your clique isn’t feelin me yet

Fuck a mic check, give 'em a disability check

X-rated, make songs to stress haters

Fuck an H bomb, I wanna hear some napalm and flex blazin'

I battle fifty weak flow donors

And beat the odds like an abusive freak show owner

Past foul life’s now identical to my rap style

Take a shit at ya crib and wipe my ass with a bath towel

Still shittin', still hittin' twenty models

Seven Henny bottles later, still spittin' semi auto

My a capella chokes overrated herbs

Rhyme setter sellin' dope, so you know I got a way with words

And fuck edit, engineer, let the swears stay

Like I’m gettin any motherfuckin' airplay

Pure hunger vicious with a track

Use my little underground fame to lure younger bitches in the sack

Bet you didn’t think it get more vicious when attack

When ink and sword form a syntactical union, send tactical units

Practice communion, drinkin' the blood of Christ

'til he became anemic, I’m amademically

Spit a chalk outline when I stock up parents swallowers

Polish my nuts, yo affection is cash

You still can’t afford to talk outshinin'

Your severed spine drenches on my knife

Masochist mastubatory, dick riders beat within nine inches of they life

Y’all gay, questioning why I think with my dick so much

Because it’s the smartest thing to come out of your mouth all day

Twenty-four bricks when I pen a gram

I battle inside of a pentagram of a satanical cult cypher while wearin' adult

diapers

So it depends how hard I shit on you or not bitch

Cross your T’s and your preparation H’s

I got an extinction agenda in these desperation ages

Fuck up the game so bad that I have to skip payin' dues

And go in directly into the payin' reparation stages

Scathe the pain when it’s pen pokin' and invokin' the crimson cascade and rain

And the beef is never over until a fat bitch drops a bar / Barr like Roseanne’s

maiden name

In my universal killables

Closest you’ll come to being an assassin

Is bein' «ass» your first two syllables

My genetic makeup is not that abnormal hell

I’m half lead and when I’m buried in the back of your head

Is the only way I’ll ever be a shell of my former self, think about it