Appetite To Kill

Lyrics

[Intro] Ice Cube: Here's what they think about you Man: Vakill ain't put a record out in four years Woman: That nigga is not hot Man: Ah, Vakill fell off Ice Cube: Drop a old school beat Ice Cube: Damn Ice Cube: Oh yeah, it ain't over, motherfuckers Dr. Dre: The motherfuckin saga continues [Verse] Nigga, I am Two scoops of truth with whipped cream slung in a cup The flow is bananas, the world's on my nuts, have a sundae Who owe me the cheddar, start coughin' up ( ? ) coughin' up, these ain't bars, they zodiac letters A beast reborn, mellow I discharge the nicest shit between bars like reformed felons Be warned, fellow A cappella spit to deform melons Beat off to torture till I reach abnorm swellin' Salute the young lion with heart, dyin' to start Smart bombs defyin' form, pry on you marks I am the spark from the iron occupyin' the dark Pryin' apart niggas' skulls, fuckin tryna chart The shoulders of a giant is arched Locate who's defyin' my march, iron my marks and starch 'em Fuck ( ? ) scientists smarten There will be none after this nut, I'm tubes-tyin' this art, so Any nigga's flammable, understandable Get spanked with the handle when the ammo load Okay I'm reloaded, now let the hammers blow I am Hannibal with the metal enameled, fam-o That'll chew you from head to camel toe This is the crown Chicago intended (intended) Watch the body count grow in minutes Most ground-breakin flow infinite How the fuck can it not be, every two bars a body's goin in it I'm next shit, dookie, manure with a newer cooky maneuver That's gangsta and spooky as Tookie and Hoover Spit loogies with Rugers Alien part VI, acid reflux, Uzi and mucous Change the channel, you're spooked easy Bars is off the shelf influenced, ( ? ) Poughkeepsie I make dead rapper spirits of all sorts hover Fuck Sports, I will EA-curse the Source covers Where I'm from we murder like it was legalized Justice system and crime rate are never equalized So many beefs left undone, and birds that's uncooked You can die from salmonella and E. coli Murkin' everything in you marks' likeness Black roses, fuck the tears and Hallmark niceness Next nigga with my name in vain Gettin' pistol-whipped till his ass roll back like Walmart prices In Chi you got options Either 'All Is Well' or a G Spit bars or sell you a ki My diction's like Satan's crucifixion I got bein a beast nailed to the T This the coronation of the crowd's welcome back I ( ? ) them packs to the pin cause I felt them crack You ain't hard as you seldom act If I GPS 'pussy' I end up at your welcome mat The grittiest this city has seen Still spittin' extra-strength chlamydia with hideous ( ? ) A pitiless king, compel 'em with witty sixteens The insidious shittin' on idiots pretty extreme And niggas think just cause I Barack the vote I won't concoct a quote that slice a nigga from his foodbox to throat Do no provoke Or take six and let us know if the death of 2Pac's a hoax You can't compare it ( ? ) It's barbaric, beyond what the standard sixteen bars merit Inherit my cop scars and bear it No barracks in front of a firing squad if the ( ? ) wear it My code of ethics - live and die by the Chi Bar counts is portions yo body's divided by Multiply that by six shots This is a Debo and Biggie stare-down, we will never see eye-to-eye This is Ren's flow with Eazy's adlibs Destructive Dre appetite showin' mad ribs Cube young and obnoxious Any nigga offended got skid marks in front of they boxers My engine runs on twenty-barrel gun bingin' And the name of the ( ? ) when son's injured He thinkin a nut's cringin' Shove a barrel in your mouth so wide that Superhead jaws is unhingin' Pop Patron and pour clear champagne Toast to salute the most feared champ's reign Or get your queer cap slain I don't just shit on you, I rub it in, my definition of smear campaign Who got the sickest bars, blitzkrieging tracks Before you answer that, here's some intriguing facts Your flow sucks dick Strahan style You should make the All-Madden team the way your jam leads the league in sacks For the paper I'm clappin' righteous steel That's the live shit, send that rapper ranked to kill Your afterlife is sealed, you ain't sick, so sacrifice your grill All you're feedin' is my appetite to kill [Outro] Eazy-E: My appetite to kill Lyn Collins: You guys know who I'm talkin to Man: Say what The Last Poets: Surprise niggas