Vile Lyrics

Yo

Rhymey on this

Yo

Man I’ve been dropping em bars often

I’m cutting em fags off

And I’m plotting to stab dawgs in their guts so the can’t talk

I’m Locked in the dark

Thoughts are like monstrous men humming

And all these shits have taken a hold of me like a handjob

Don’t fuck with this man boy

I’m a god with a stern knowledge

I’m murdering bars, now I got blood on my hands, fuck it

In love with this act

Toxic and all when I’m mad

Dummy I’m action and less talk

You don’t fuck with me? Get lost

Yo

I’m really packing flows

Listen, I’m back with the heat and ain’t nobody’s standing close

Always been the best and that’s the reason why I’m having foes

Working to outdo your bests, I’m leaving them in panic mode

Certain goals I’ve set, I’m working pretty hard to have em though

Even if it means I’ll get hunted like an antelope

Get this in, I’m kinda like a dynamite Cus I’m lit and I’m out to blow

Never least in the charts of GOATs

I’m a king and y’all have to know

Moving fast, I’m like a car dashing

Really heavy on asses, I’m like a kardashian

out with punches strong enough to bash your car dash in

I’m back with dope flows, I got sicker

I’m a blood bringer

Fucked up young nigga, still a God figure

Lovely at times but still a cross breed of lions

Man I’m like a Godzilla

Boy’s in his prime, bursting his rhymes

Really dope, not the drug dealer’s type

I’m out to finish em

Blood are gushing

I’m sinister

I’m a boss to these silly cunts

Y’all are cunts and the feeling sucks

All my punches are killing dawgs

I’m on top like a senator

Never flawed

What I spit is sharp enough to get your penis cut

Really topping these pity fucks

And they all will never see me flop

On the top’s where I’m sitting ‘cause

I’m a god to begin with, dawg

Never stopping, I’m really tough

With this hustle I’m winning all

Ever subtle

I’m giving y’all niggas something to really talk about

Man I’m back with a fabulous act

And I’m packing em bars then I’m stabbing em rappers, I’m bagging em

I’m an assassin

I’m Hard when I’m rapping

Deserving em accolades

Lacking no passion, I’m passionate

Stamina’s balanced

And I’m with a talent that half of the planet is seeking

The kid’s with a gift

They can see I’m a beast when I’m spitting, it’s sick and it’s wicked

I’m living a king with this shit

And I’m giving my middle finger to peeps who are thinking I ain’t worthy to be sitting a king