[Intro]
Word
Whew
Fuck
Jesus
What the fuck is this
Get the fuck out of here man
Aw shit

[Verse 1]
They love that Vic Spencer is hated
I’m above everything that’s spacious
By the good grace of God I want y’all burnin’ in hell
Achieved balance, started learning the scale
Took a whole journey with the whales, I never tattle tale
A garbage can is a picture of the average male (Ew)
N***as be in line at a raffle sale
N***as look like rattlesnakes when they bail
I’m the type of n***a that’s breaking hella spines on the campus of Yale
They heard my shit longer than a handrail
Getting a lot of fan mail, my Gmail is always full
They wanna know how many jucks I done pulled
When you find out that number multiply it by eight
Still don’t know the meaning of cake
Copyright, always keep everything
N***as will even wanna bite your wedding ring
Just like the good old days I showed love
And when I didn’t get it back that shit blew my buzz
Mother fuckers do a lot of altercations to the story
And it bore me, my pen and pad started having orgies
I love all time I turn more leaf
Keep you going through ‘em while I’m whipping up the pork meat
Chuck it at a female vegetarian
Gluten free ball snacks for being a good samaritan
Carry on tradition, track 12 on the CD
N***as going’ crazy, spit in braille or in 3D
Stop beating ass boy I need tree
You can keep your J, your whole accolades is seaweed
Individually I’m a real psycho
I put pipe to your girlfriend, now she want lips
I wanna show you where you might go
Outside the soul then inside a bowl
Posted at a strip club, bitches sliding down a pole
And I didn’t throw no dollars just bitcoin codes
I got the bars from being inside of group homes
I’m inside a car not a tombstone, getting too gone
N***as ain’t fucking with me
I’m the best in Chicago n***a puff on the weed
Shut the fuck up talking to me
You drove here, now you walking to leave
Mother-
Shit
Fuck out of here mother fucker