Appetite to Kill - Vakill, Panik

Here’s what they think about you) -→ Ice Cube

— Vakill ain’t put a record out in four years

— That nigga is not hot

— Ah, Vakill fell off

(Drop a old school beat) -→ Ice Cube

(Damn) -→ Ice Cube

(Oh yeah… it ain’t over, motherfuckers) -→ Ice Cube

(The motherfuckin saga continues) -→ Dr. Dre

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

(?), these ain’t bars, they zodiac letters

A beast reborn, mellow

I discharge the nicest shit between bars like reformed felons

Be warned, fellow

Acappella 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 tryina chart

The shoulders of a giant is arched

Locate who’s defyin my march, iron my marks and starch 'em

Fuck (?) rocket 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

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 maneouver

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 (?) 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 (?) niceness

Next nigga with my name in vain

Gettin pistol-whipped till his ass roll back like Wal-Mart 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, compell 'em with witty 16's

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 16 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

(?) 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 20-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

(My appetite to kill) -→ Eazy-E

(You guys know who I’m talkin to)

(Say what)

(Suprise niggas) -→ N.W.A