End of Days - Vakill, Panik

My rap defy injury

I set the standard of nice so high

Once I’m in heaven, 143,000 gettin denied entry

Canopy candidly, Vakill single handedly amputated hip hop from humanity

Til every emcees a stan fan of me

Let the world catch sleep and it’s curtains for the canopy

Everytime light bulbs pop over my head

The roaches running across the dark walls of my sanity so

You stuck with two options

You can swallow your pride and hand me dap or watch your family clap

Competitions like parking spots, good one’s hard to find

Everything else is handicapped homey

He vice versa, I’m a nice verser

They only good for one nice line in every verse they invent

Lava ran through my saliva glands

With the sole purpose of turning every hood to ash like the first day of lent

The earth comatose last time the king viewed it

Bring units when mandible sling fluid

Y’all can’t be serious

Vakill’s like columbians sittin in a circle

My name has a dope ring to it

My range one step toward tomorrow

A new world order model of flowers

Spit harder than a boxer with piss in his water bottle

The second coming with a sperm count so high

Girls gotta chew before they swallow

Hook 2x

The end of the beginning is kill

Dominion is mine, the world don’t stop spinning until

Who should oppose, I’m bendin' his will

Put ten in his grill, it’s not a game, the ending is real

Tell emcees I should have been blazed by now

Talkin' that front page murder

You couldn’t make headlines with raised eyebrows

'Traditional hip hop is beatin' a dead horse'

One mark posted on the internet

Check your bed for his head when I send a threat

Cause hell hath no fury strict as mine

Got disillusioned statements a hypocrisy of the sickest kind

It’s like, sign makers on strike

While holdin' them shits up in picket lines

Not everything that’s abstract is comin' from out the woodwork of skill

Or the circus skill

The underground circuits a circus field with bodies I’mma leave hangin from

trees

Like blair witch stick figures in Burkettsville

I’m above niggas with divinity, I spit the trinity

So you up against trio odds and losin' ain’t in god or Miss Cleo cards

The sickest emcees is beneath me

Snappin' under my nuts like leotards

I’m vy hyphen violentist, pantomime and a violinist

With straight razors at your trachea

Half postal worker, half terrorist anthrax biochemist

I’m the sickest pushin the envelope please

Born nice, I’m Dionysus, dyin' nicest like

I keep a hand full of ass and a wine cooler

Most quotable line ruler in a class by myself

Like a bitched up tutor hidin from Columbine shooters

Hook 4x