Intro (Vic Spencer):
Vic Spencer, nigga
Get the fuck outta here
Verse (Vic Spencer):
Agh, bodies all over the place
How your skin all over the space
Keep the globe ass with rap tactics
Shit is automatic
Easy access
The brain slumped inside a mattress
Now that's relaxing
Smoke bud in my favorite chair
Hair, welfare state with the haze in the air
The shit penetrate your veins
Now you complain about the game
And how everything in it sounds the same
Sitting on the block winging some old-ass p-rock
Big ass swisher as long as tree top
As long as someone can bebop I can be here
Your girl curled like a cat underneath chairs
V don't want to go there
I'll see my way out
As far as I'm concerned, I'll never be on the drought
Big success, I believe in the amount
You niggas gonna be leaking your blood and your whole album now
I hate the culture I wrote this shit on grindhouse property
So now a nigga showing his ethic
We posted outside blowing the essence
At least go to church and know your reverend motherfucker
I know some niggas that will blasphemy
Vic Spencer on a rapping spree
(body these motherfuckers)
Outro (Vic Spencer):
Yeah man
Motherfuckers ain't fucking with this
Extra body bags in the corner
Get the fuck outta here