Urban Legend - Molemen, Juice, Vakill

We gun hold and not one cold and safe under the sun solar

So when I squeeze off 8, I’m guaranteed to make 7-Up yours like the uncola

Or retorically nice almost effortlessly

Born with a silver spoon in my mouth like infants with epilepsy

Shit, years after my prime leaves

I might have to resort to lettin' the nine squeeze to convince dick riders

To kindly let go of mine please

You a third nut separated at birth one conjoined testicle to tongue siamese

Last summer we jumped Out The Speakers and fucked shit up with the Vianese

Now watch me take a cold and this piss with a full bladder make time freeze

Golden shower the globe 'till every snowman across the fuckin' planet turns

Chinese

My mentality is necrose red dot shit

To the face of the planet catchin' back here’s ya' freckles

Me and J-U overshadowed the league, so you blaze battlin' with two dicks in

Yo' mouth till 'yo jaws give it out from battle fatigue

The professional’s red dot’ll turn these niggas into vegetables

So vivid I could kick it at the Cannes Film Festival

Decaffienated coffee shop niggas get assassinated

I was vaccinated with a syrum that was rap related

I spit a theorem full strength I don’t approximate

Intoxicate ya' ho and show you footage o' da cock she ate

Whether Glock 3−8 grenades and street sweepers

Address me on yo' knees like students should greet teachers

My intellect special, I hold my tech special

Jet Li or Bruce, pick one I’m next level

The rest see me new some smoke six blunts inhale em'

And hang em' out to dry like Witch Hunts in Salem

Shit my status dope enough to catapult me to the top

We blew the spot like it was just another buddah drop

You couldn’t dream of winning if you used your imagination

Triangle Offense and Molemen collaboration

Am I the sickest nigga shittin' on em'?

No doubt

Y’all niggas want the heat?

Than get ya' dough out

Kill with niggas before they even spit they flow out, we brought it

When y’all took the whole route

Fuck around and get yo' ass tore out

Am I the nicest nigga spittin' it?

No doubt

You niggas want the heat?

Get ya dough out

Big Juice rip niggas before they even spit they flow out, we brought

It while y’all niggas took the whole route

Fuck around and get your ass tore out

And like I said we spit the vividest rhymes because we livin' it

You’ll need eight more rappers just to make this shit equivalent

Juice crush this, any mic that Juice touches

We be all in your girlfriend’s mouth like toothbrushes

Nasty off the head and when I’m in the booth fuck it

Like the skin on Edward James Olmos I’m too rugged

I could either thug it, lug it round or unplug it

Represent illmatic half time on one love it

It’s murder to cassette and I beg you to come dub it

We could either use our hands but Tom just stun gun it

And I ain’t ever been known to have the cleanest and demeanor

But I get the whole U.S. Open like Venus and Serena

Period, this is How We Chill, Freestyle or Written

When we came Out The Speakers last year they didn’t listen

So next time I crack they bones follow me

I’m so much doper than mc’s, I owe these niggas an apology

Fuck sweating bullets niggas perspiring

Sixteen shot clips when I put they heat on slow roast

I don’t just outshine you, I show my ass and make yo' face the co-host

While me and J-U run a triangle on yo' bitch

Feeding these balls in a low post

I’m a cross breed between

Letter T crosses in the letter I infrared sick dot us

Poison fingers until my wig smarter, from a hennison vine a stigmata with

Lacerations half Christ and Big Poppa

I’ll push the envelope far beyond the term ill limits

That’s why some of the nicest is still timid

If I said it than Kill meant it

Playa, only way yo' jersey hanging from the rafters

Is if yo' bitch ass still in it

One penis lacin' double penetration my pen is wastin' a semen tastin'

Substance on a fragment of yo' imagination

Fuck for the laugh of the exit wounds

I’ll plug brains with .50 caliber slugs and plant seeds in exit wounds

I wipe my shit cat or corn it’s just to whip motherfuckers

And zig-zag and watch his wig drag

In 2000 Triangle Offense gettin' dough and big bags

While you buy season tickets to ride dicks fag like six flags

Am I the nicest nigga spittin' it?

No doubt

Y’all niggas want the heat?

Get ya dough out

Big Juice rip niggas before they even get they flow out, we brought

It while y’all niggas took the whole route

Fuck around and get your ass tore out

Am I the sickest nigga shittin' on em'?

No doubt

Y’all niggas want the heat?

Than get ya' dough out

Kill with niggas before they even spit they flow out, we brought it

When y’all took the whole route

Fuck around and get yo' ass tore out