Yak Ballz Lyrics

Album: Unknown

The Plague Lyrics

Yo, yo, yo (sick intentions)

 Word up Yak Skywalker (sick intentions)

 Balls (sick intentions)

 

 (Verse 1)

 I blast a page from thoughts cast away

 Lettin off like a AK, equiped wit a full clip

 but hollow tip bullets sent my finga on the trigga

 sicka than tom green and a sinna god dressed as Hitler

 It's Yak the Ripper, pay your respects or get dealt wit

 but I ain't playin witta full deck

 Sort of a prodigy, emcees drop quietly

 Found wit espestice in they nose after the autopsy

 Yo don't get vexed cause your whore jocks me

 Coppin pleas for detox trynna xerox the raw copy

 Step to the master and peace god it's over bee

 If on an instrumental I see the bitch in you

 Gimme a second and I'll tear out your ovaries

 This is the code of the beat from the low key

 scientist with the iron fist, who acts strange

 Got a monkey in my lab witta virus that attacks brains

 But I'm immune to it, see mine's polluted

 to the point where sunnin kids ain't enough rappers get executed

 Few understand the character behind the music

 let alone try to meet my skill halfway

 I'll cremate your little rap in a ashtray

 Yo to all you muh'fuckers feminine like ballet

 Yo take this as I dictate the script

 You wanna battle? Don't take the risk just bear witness

 and listen to the God as he blaze the shit

 

 (chorus)

 Sick intentions (3x)

 Leave most MC's lost in my sentence

 ..

 Fuck a four five you know how I'm rollin

 Trip six rock and leave the mic smokin

 Balls caroded disease and unleashin the demons

 poses your frame you stop breathin

 till the air is pleasin but softly killin ya

 No mercy god, you given up

 Those who tested me before remain inferior

 It makes you sick, the plague's in your area

 

 (Berse 2)

 I spit a verse and the earth tilts in all

 cause I twist the sinister add a beautiful metaphor

 Watch how I manipulate the raw, sing along or bring it on

 I write ya future till the ink is gone, word bond

 Life is like growed tech scenes, operation stress cream

 Worn out Guess jeans, hope flow and joke cluts

 A million and one kids rhyme

 and they all tryna sound like gold fronts

 but they all tarnish they all garbage

 I'm so dope you should go into comatose

 cause too much of the voice will lead to overdose

 It's heartless consider the issue wit ya conscious

 twice before my squadron strikes embalms the mic

 causing conflict crucially, cause musically

 you just can't take the abuse, the juice is loose like Starburst

 I flood ya brain witta million ball verse

 and I demand your attention man

 This is eons beyond your simple level of comprehension mind bendin, I'm sendin,

 infects ya straight to your cranium quick

 It makes you sick, it makes you sick

 Duns get lit like indiglo

 It's Yak Ballz your neighborhoods Deuce Bigalow

 I leave em breathless like death kiss under the mistletoe

 For real who think they seein me?

 Better get a eye examination, so ill there is no vaxination

 It's like masterbatin when I take off

 load of stress out on paper

 Just play the drum track and I'll slaughter it

 Hold up first let me snatch the M-I

 like it was helpless still kiddie in the orphanage

 and make the hottest act on ya label feel subordinate

 Have your dome pourest ya mind singing my chorus

 Fuck a audience gods like this muh'fuckers on some shit

 Yo it's about to pour just don't get caught in it

 All you faggot deejay's, if you ain't got me on ya playlist

 Incorporate this, shit is dangerous, contagious

 My voice effects your cranium quick, it makes ya sick

 

 (chorus 1x)