The Darkest Cloud

[Verse 1]

I prayed to God for his blessing to consent slaughter

Your seven ounces of brain holds two percent water

Literally, your dry ideas belong under your armpits

Fully armed spit, my palm slick with this engraved

Vakill, in quotations, "the nicest", after I come fuck this liquid Hell

Only hos that's giving head is getting floatation devices

Digest words to kill by, autopilot my technique

So even if I sleep on my own shit, it's still fly

I'm God's only begotten renegade angel, saint sinner, make anemic hemmorhage

I can draw a graphic scenic image with paint thinner

Let the bullshit stop 'til it screech with hot lead

I beseech hip-hop heads 'til the tooth brush is obsolete

Meaning fuck around and catch a reach flip-top head, I set respectable trends

Tell the sickest emcees blueprint my testicle skin

Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks to your chin

[Chorus]

Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than

Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand

Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands

Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural life span

Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than

Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand

Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands

Cause the darkest cloud!

[Verse 2]

I voice a oral crucifixion with a mouth full of nine inch nails

Conceptually blazing it trails, with your skeletal remains and entrails

In pales, snug and cushy, my hip-hop status is c-section (why?)

Cause I'm a cut above you pussies

My DNA splice with a Japanese feudal lord

Brutal sword lacerations with impartial rhymes

Keep a bitch that's a 10, pimping's like Farrakhan with cerebral palsy

I can start a million march of dimes

Significant severed uncertain signs

Salivating circles around cyphers of a venomous serpent kind

Dizzying bitches, murking niggas, grizzly and vicious

'Til they minus Flesh-N-Bone like Layzie, Krayze, Bizzy and Wish's

Who the sickest shitting this year?

And your continuation of breathing all depends on how good is the answers

Fuck up and the judge will sentence me so many times

You'll have to indent this shit and put it in stanzas

[Chorus]

Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than

Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand

Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands

Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural life span

Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than

Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand

Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands

Cause the darkest cloud!

[Verse 3]

I don't talk shit, I give shit a second language

You ass-betting in dyslexic Spanglish, hope for the best but expect the anguish

Presently, sleepers dying pissed off

And my sole solution for the chronic bedwetting is electric blankets

My diatribe murks entire tribes

I'm the thirteenth ghost from drama's future

So when I make the alphabet before Karma Sutra

The English language'll have to be staple stitched back together with

stainless steel armored sutures

Drunken word techniques from mental and Taquina liquor

Shit bananas with a peel and a Chiquita sticker

Heat a clip up, shush kids to sleep

Spitting Korean entrepreneur flows that push wigs to eat

Illuminous whip, darkest cloud cumulous thick

Shrap numerous cliques, cancer tumor is sick

Nickel slick, quick humorous spit

Liquid sword salivation 'til throats of every consumer is slit

Shit, in a recessive state my flows are ego spectacle

If I was born with one nut, I'd still be ego-testicle

And niggas shit-popping more instead of worth they weight

Can't hold a fucking candle to me with Bob Hope's birthday cake

I've enhanced the Jordan rules

Putting bodies on the Mike and watch the flyest nigga leap to his death

If the name of my profession is "fuck you"

Then basically what I'm trying to say is... never mind, my work speaks

for itself

[Chorus]

Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than

Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand

Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands

Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural life span

Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than

Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand

Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands

Cause the darkest cloud!

Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than

Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand

Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands

Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural life span

Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than

Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand

Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands

Cause the darkest cloud!