Stache Box Villain, Pt. 2 Lyrics

See I've been ripping
And killing competition since my adolescence
I leave you bloody and scattered without a damn question
Many MCs tried to take my place
But put your face in the book and get the f*ck out my space
You see my posse sparks more joints than a Spike Lee movie
I'm maiming that shit
Ready ready ready or not
Just like the Fugees
I'm with my tribe on a quest
Phony niggas be tryin' to test
But bound to get wet
It's lyrical tech
If the flex(?) collectin' his money
Like bitches receiving bodies on fig
Yo man yah want I just spark
And let you know how this shit is
While I proceed to puff on the weed
From the Hamps
Rollin' blunts tighter than
By intense suppose to rip
I'm just lounging like [?] and [?]
He tickle n' he f*ck, yeah
It's a radio rapper we know that is garbage
I'm seriously leavin' these MCs furious
Talkin' a various vocabulary that's makin' niggas delirious

No respect given to these niggas claimin' that they villains
We the only niggas killin' competion
And my composition
I got bars like a f*ckin' prison
You oughta listen
Killa pounce back
Got plugs like an outlet
Bumpin' shit that ain't even out yet
Like Marky I'm bout my biz
Kill'em got more styles than Octo-mom got kids
You niggas fake like wigs
You get smoked like cigs
Since '96 I'm stickin' dicks up chicks

(It doesn't matter where you headed
Don't matter where you going
Where you from?
It's getting dark around here. It's Villain Park around here!
It don't matter where you headed
It don't matter where you going
Where you from?
It's getting dark around here. It's Villain Park around here!)

Is she man or myth
Los Angeles
Cannabis keep me elevated
I could probably bust cops and get exonerated
She's seen my show started masturbating
I'm Walter Pittman
Call me sweetness when she suck the penis
I keep runnin' runnin' never runnin' outta gas
When I'm runnin' out of blunts
Then I'm combin' up [?]
Better get familiar don't test I
Stay with a couple judge
Don't romp with them Uptown(?) boys
I heard you say that you from the city
We ain't with you guys
I'm from that Villain Park We known to spark
And let the metal fly
Hit you on the sly
Marching with that [?]
Born King
Sing gay
It's [?]

Nigga better think fast
Cuz ain't no tellin' what's next
A hot box
Your neighborhood they keepin' cool for a sec
It's smoke dawg
You haven't learnt from the last fight
I'm clocked up last night
Cuz I rip more tracks than a cat fight
The original gangster
But I'm not pullin' no triggers
I'm dropping knowledge to these niggas
Thinkin' that they will kill us
My posse heavyweight
And that's what separates us from yours
You knarkin' like a bitch while we breakin' down the doors
I'm catchin' hands
Where Edward scissor hands
Left the fight with another cut
I'm never changin' up
This world I'm shakin'(?) up
You fakin' tough and that's what get you caught out here
And watch your back
They know your [?] cuz there's sharks out here

(It doesn't matter where you headed
Don't matter where you going
Where you from?
It's getting dark around here. It's Villain Park around here!
It don't matter where you headed
It don't matter where you going
Where you from?)

Uh! Microphone checker
Yea it's styrofoam weed
Whatever, the beat perfecter
Young black thughly incepter(?)
However, I stay on the rise to the top
Flashin' the man in the op
Washin your block like street sweepers
The lyrical heatseeker that'll murder your teen beaver
So you better cut it out like a surgery procedure
We keep beater up in the streets
But f*ck packin' a pistol
I'll smack you so fast you'll flinch the minute after I hit you
Oh. Listen to the beat
One of the greatest you better be set to compete
The second you step in the booth
The second you niggas is gonna be restin' in peace
I be reggin'(?) these beats
Ready for any MC
And killin' them whenever they sleep
Even the restless cease
Instead he be gettin respect from the trees
From LA or Krenshaw we be cruisin' a lap
If you look in the back
Lookin' for some crews to attack
Make a move and we clap
Step in the booth abusin' the track
How many times I gotta prove that you wack
It's like that
Mothaf*ckas

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