Lyrics

Vada: Let me clear my throat…. I'm about to sing baby Pat Benatar (sings): I never been fragile flower. I've always got too much to say Vada: Yo, they say I'm a monster. They say that I'm eating people alive (laughs). Like I'm buffalo bill. Let's go (clears throat) Vada: Get back if you spit whack/ There's a big wrath wit my impact/ I got dumb lines call me 6 flags/ Goliath big on my pin pad/ Step on in my corridor you'll sink right in like quick sand/ Make you shit yourself if you get gassed/ Fuck with me and get whip lash/ Its certain tactics my clique has/ and we will make you convinced fast/ You say you thugged and gangsta but you just as corny as Riff Raff O.. my God. The room is now getting tensed as / NFL with gay dude drafter by St. Louis but I am proud he's gon' get Rammed / Who know's a puto that dont dig my rude flow / Im raps principle ho / I'll take you to school bro / The best rapper alive I'll Kall Out you, you and you hold / Me back I'm a fool talk dirtier than Jason Derulo / We prowlin / I'm shoutin / I'll never be grounded / See Im high as a falcon and still climbing these mountains Who's building these houses? I wanna put doubt in / You want beef, see my Cow din / come on in and get POUNDED No accountant can count down my crown bricks I growled I'm here now I'll show you how foul my foul is "Who?" I'm an owl bitch / I'll spit til you're drownin When I make the announcement I'm going back to counselin Like "counselor. I'm angry and I don't feel an ounce of Compassion for these faggots I'm like Who Is there Founder!?" I spit shit like (pit pit) to give them a shower / and I feel like it's now or Never to DEVOUR Wowzers my powers a load / killing my doubters I'm outta control I switch switch styles give a bow / gifted nigga with lines, I'm clothes Don't you cross me and my exima vLane's a bumpy road Doze and dream / expose you queens Gee i know it's mean Bleed you open screen/ potent scene win like Charlie Sheen I'm a war machine gore received / beef I reign supreme A team against the King will indeed see defeat You'll bleed, buried / up under worms and seeds Worst emcees in peace / 6 feet i'm elite Step into the ring / once it dings you belong to me / Like Amber cole on that Lovely day she finally turns 18 You sweet, plus I sing better than you and I don't fuckin sing And probably play guitar better, and I ain't ever touch a string Thats the muthafuckin thing / bloody means I'm rumbling Fumbling a heart in disregard in a rugged dream And jaray is a bitch overdosing on liquor Screaming "Money Team" Lyric got more bread than you nigga Disloyal faggot you dont switched on everyone who's delivered While you hit up folks you know through me like hey gon fuck wit cha Cause see, see this is industry / Family this is industry When family is "industry" / nobody gets in ya beef Even if you dead wrong and relationships begin with me I've seen this in rap history/ this is me this nigga v Lane is too emotional. "Get bread and stop trippin" You 32 still say you 23 man quit pretendin" Alot of folks is mad at you I know all of yo business When I see you Im a see you even moms can be a witness I said, no disrespect / Thats why I gotta press / I am Andrew Bynum I don't play when it comes to my bread / Better confess, depression i swear it be a mess / D Trane said that it's a test / Beefs food I always digest / We witness big business / This lyric linguistics / Its wicked 6-6-6 / Lyrics is horrific And if its a picnic I'm eatin you gimmicks / I'm jumpin I'm feelin froggy nigga so ribb-it I'm Livid baby I'm on / They'll consider me the greatest after I'm gone Battle me if I'm wrong / it is long naw fuck that it is on / I tried to politic but I dont give a shit anymore / I'm a moth / and when it's going down I belong Get on the mic and kick that rich shit just call me Solange O lawd, my god / it's fucking you hot facades I hope all of you rot / old beef and terds in my pot There's a gap when these rappers rap / faggot kitty kats Rat-tat-tat BDDAT I lay em flat / (just relax like that) / Ya im mad / you wickity-wickity wack / I'm wishin you would react We'll reenact Iraq , ATTACK / fuckin trash you squares is plad It's voodoo,so who knew / LA emcees chew through Each fruit group / these faggots ass niggas is Doo Doo Boo hoo is the name of the new group / wear capri's yellin SooWoop Where's Dre and Snoop dude? / I hate all of you fool's Talking: Yea, Red Brick Road... the hottest shit all summer. Droppin soon baby, DJ Jonney Miles DJ Fusion DJ Nick Nack. You already know how I get down - this ain't even on the tape this just some shit I'm throwin out there so yaw can know.... it gets real when riding on vLane baby. Who want some? Who want it wattup! Man, I don't remember nobody diein! I dont remember no tragedy! But every time I turn on computer I see everybody holdin hands like they doin another "We Are The World" record, wtf? You niggas dont even like each other. And they tryda act like I'm the demon because I'm real nah man. (Laughs) Aye Aye I'm Kallin You Out video droppin soon - woop. vLane! I got a TV Show, wait wait - I'll wait to tell yaw dat (laughs)