We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Personal Ft. Legacy & Chaos

from Return To Vegas by Venum Scripts

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

lyrics

(Legacy)
Im not movin like the tanks on empty
I think the Grim reaper’s scared to get me
Cause I’ma give ‘em hell, please don’t tempt me
I should have the devil come here and tempt me
My flow remarkable, Im bout to go
So cold the AC said “how that happen”
Wallet so fat that my pants is saggin
Fucked up off of Bin-Boa and Captain
Im so dirty niggas need to pass me a napkin
You cant read me if I came with a caption
And some glasses,
And a female actor that keep actin distracted
You lookin like you never seen a hurse before
But you aint never hear me kick a verse before
Don’t mess up what I’m workin for
Cause I’ll kick a nigga out like I work the door
I promise you mama, that I don’t love these hoes
Im fresh to death, there’s mummy rolls and countin money rolls
My diamonds look like sirens that’s why I think honey froze
So hater breathe easy, fuck a stuffy nose
Oh you got the nerve to sit right there?
And hate on me? Well heres an idea
Do what I do, invite your peers
Play a song that you think I’d like to hear
Go to the UK cause you need some cheers
I come to the show and get the empty chairs
There might be one person there, drinkin a beer
Maybe the mechanic, cause niggas grind my gears

Chorus
Pain is Pleasure, so you could never hurt him oh, oh
This might get personal
Look me in my eyes, you’ll see some things that you aint sposed to know
Think I’m gonna overload
Haters better slow their roll
Pain is my drug, this what happens when I overdose
Oh… This might get personal
Think Im gonna overload, you haters better slow your roll
Look into my eyes you’ll see some things that you aint sposed to know

(Chaos)
Man I feel fucked up,
who spiked my drink, you niggas got me fucked up
blast at me, thats blasphemy
you got a problem, nigga ask for me
casualty after casualty, tragedy after tragedy
Im just tryna get this anger outta me
and Im still kinda confused, can somebody help me,
tell my friends from my foes, if they fucking with a nigga just cuz they think Im wealthy,
scheming deceiving , Im believing that The Lord just wont fail me,
stay with the bat MLB, all this stress just cant be healthy,
I was raised with the apes so Im about to go banana shit,
banana clips, got niggas running scared I’ll even make a banana split,
dip shit, you know my band rock, misfits
gimme a couple hours I’ll make a quick flip,
mischief, always ready to hit a quick lick
Dave Chappelle got me screaming Im rich bitch
Ima pitbull off the leash, keep pussy's out of reach,
Im cold hearted with the heat, Chef Boyardee with the beef
clap, clap, give you a round of applause, make a nigga take a seat
I’ll send you niggas shells, they should've just hit the beach

Chorus

(V. scripts)
Nightmare in the dark, make your heart quiver
Calm killer, Godzilla, God willin
You learn not to fuck with an arch villain
If you do little nigga it aint hard feelings
I just do what I gotta
Amused by these fools tryna stop what
My crew came to do, but its cool cause I cruise
With Bianca, drama is drivin me cuckoo
Im shocked what, these haters tryna cough up
They wait for my fall, I wont
My flow so cold that I frozen your hope
Like a hoe that overdosed on some coke
Im numb in my soul and Im dope
Umm, I spit a wicked flow
Its despicable, these bitches know my dick is thick
I stick it in the thickest hoe
A hit a dro and I’m zoned
And Im sippin on this Michelob, Im throwed
And Im hittin on ya hoe
I act a little crazy when Im sippin on Patron
But I don’t give a fuck, cause Im sittin on the throne
I aint thinkin bout the hoe then Im thinkin bout a dough
And its drivin me insane if you niggas didn’t know
I burn thru chicks, like a chickens on the stove
The games fucked up, when this nigga ‘gon blow
Its hard in hair, like my dick was in a comb
I put a sickle to ya nose, then I rip it off your skull
Umm that’s that sadistic, twisted, sick shit that tickles my interest
This is my intent, to make every sentence exquisite, Im illin
As I kill it, and my skill is
To make your speakers sizzle like a skillet
Screws loose man I think I need a Phillips
Renegade man I know you niggas feel it

credits

from Return To Vegas, released May 10, 2012
Produced by GO Boyz

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Renegade Hiphop Orlando

contact / help

Contact Renegade Hiphop

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Report this track or account

If you like Renegade Hiphop, you may also like: