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[Intro: Stefan
Yo, I'm Ponce
You in the backroom with Vic
Haha Rap

[Verse 1: Vic

This is another one to me to
you side by side in that head-on collision
Feel the impact like a to a caribou
My dear, roadkill
I'm cold-blooded, Mike can't hit me, I'm Holyfield, oh
Pee on your Q&A, fuck your questions, suggestions
I don't need help, your

Chain, tuck chest in
Sink

Bones in the ocean, choke, you pressure
G snatch strap, let you buyback your gun collection
it in your

Vein, deadlier a blood infection
Contractually contracting me would to be dumb high
Blow the blessing in the smoking section
your

Breath in, kid, know your lines 'fore you 'em
Hmm...I let you on a rhyme scheme
Wet your shirt, get your blood-stains dry-cleaned
the industry without a Jimmy Iovine
I'm going raw, you could feel it like a thats spoon-crushed
Melt on your gums ice cream
I'm type O, could get it if you with it, wilt with the pipe dreams
say the INNANET got the Internet tweakin'
You con, comicon commenters deleted
I see your weakness, achilles heel in your its orthopedic
I'm bulimic I stomach your image I make you eat it
Yack and it back, salty season
UV me sunscreen, tone hardly even
Obviously it's a problem if you if I'm the answer, run and play
Dog I'm in the field like a summer
The son of Sampson, dread head fooly in the
Catch a clip, it could be a movie in the park
I'm how I hitchcock the automatic rifle
Just so you don't get the message like a typo
I might not no deal unless they up a mill
And multiply it by a few,
Fuck all the glamors and glitz, I plan to get
I'm from Chicago, but never been a fan of your hits
I could care less than a high school lady with her hair net
Teared up pubes in your pear cup
Yo, the young blood bluer than Ivy
If Lil Wayne came and kidnapped her out her high
the baby to Baby to change the diapy
While Jay-Z chase her down on a Galaxy
Hi C, orange soda sippin' old Corolla
your chick tonsil like a orphanage to hold my kids in
Raah raah like a dungeon
Son, change your little hustle 'cause your is lackin'
See, my pockets empty, my nerves antsy try to tempt me
I set fire to Fort to foreclose Daddy Warbucks for the war on drugs
If you hatin', you stab in the foot
Split your like a horcrux
I could board a flight to change the seasons overnight
You boys bark ain't known to
My niggas'll run in your crib, flood your basement, leave you leakin' like a pipe
Poke your wife on the table like salt, pork, and
I never my Chase card, everything paid for
Your petty from your little label
I need the hotel, the flight, the car, the room
The check on the PJ in the jet with the fuel
Gas in the rental my bitch with the wheels turnin'
Spinnin' like Sprewell, if you want it and prove to me
This is a message for anybody who
I'm Vic Mensa, pay toll and pay attention