Velyang in Villaness level 99

Notice:Joke Chapter detected.

Notice Ultimate skill {Chloe-Goddess of Rap obtaine}

Velyang begins to rap out of the middle of nowhere'

I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like GodzillaBetter hit the deck like the card dealerMy whole squad's in here, walkin' around the partyA cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby, "TheBrain" Heenan which is probably the same reason I wrestle with maniaShady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd upConsider it to cross me a costly mistakeIf they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia, ADHD, HydroxycutPass the Courvoisi' (hey, hey)
In AA, with an AK, melee, finna set it like a play dateBetter vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (ayy)This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-ALaughin' all the way to the bank, I spray flamesThey cannot tame or placate the (ayy)
MonsterYou get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah)I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah)When the moon shines like Ice Road TruckersI look like a villain outta those blockbusters(Godzilla, fire-spitter) monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet(Fire, Godzilla, fire) monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
I'm just a product of Slick Rick, at Onyx, told 'em lick the ballsHad 'em just appalled at so many things that pissed 'em offIt's impossible to list 'em allAnd in the midst of all thisI'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ballTryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow?Risperdal, voices whisper
My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawnThis is just the song to go ballistic onYou just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcherI'm just a Loch Ness, the mythologicalQuick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of VodkaWhen you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a
MonsterYou get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah)I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah)When the moon shines like Ice Road TruckersI look like a villain outta those blockbusters(Godzilla, fire-spitter) monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet(Fire, Godzilla, fire) monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
If you never gave a damn, raise your hand'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plansI'm on point, like my index is, so all you will ever get isThe motherfuckin' finger (finger), prostate exam ('xam)How can I have all these fans and perspire?Like a liar's pants, I'm on fireAnd I got no plans to retire, and I'm still the man you admireThese chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flierI got 'em passin' out like what you do, when you hand someone flyers
What goes around, comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw'Cause I caught the flaps of my dollar stackRight off the bat like a baseball, like Kid InkBitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (cheesecake!)
Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for CherWon't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretendin' to careBut I tell a bitch I'll marry her, if she'll bury herFace on my genital area, the original Richard RamirezChristian Rivera'Cause my lyrics never sit well, so they wanna give me the chair
Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Carry'Cause every Tom and Dick and HarryCarry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionaryGot 'em swearin' up and down, they can't spit, this shit's hilariousIt's time to put these bitches in the obituary columnWe wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problemGet the shaft like a steering column (monster)
Trigger-happy, pack heat, but it's black inkEvil half of the Bad Meets EvilThat means take a back seatTake it back to Fat Beats with a maxi singleLook at my rap sheets, what attracts these peopleIs my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingleI stack these chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto
Fill 'em with the venom, and eliminate 'emOther words, I Minute Maid 'emI don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rageI'm murderin' again, nobody will evadeI'm finna kill 'em, I'm dumpin' their fuckin' bodies in the lakeObliteratin' everything, incinerate a renegadeI'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraidBut don't nobody want it but they're gonna get it anyway
'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally illI'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorillaYou're bringin' the killer within me, out of meYou don't want to be the enemy of the demonWho went in me, and be on the receiving of me, what stupidity it'd beEvery bit of me is the epitome of a spitter
When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duckOr you finna be dead the minute you run into meA hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of meI'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadableYou wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatableI'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable
I'm on the toilet bowlI got a trailer full of money, and I'm paid in fullI'm not afraid to pull a-, man, stopLook what I'm plannin' (haha)

Yumeilla-"...What the fuck just happened?"

(Lemon chapter soon)