Vic Spencer - Mexican Corn

★ Intro ★
I don't really see nobody fucking with this nigga right here man
I know 'cause I'm from them Western and I'm the only mother fucker down here fucking with

★ Verse 1 ★
This is the bloodbath of the mumble
Make 'em stumble, tired of being humble, throw 'em down a death tunnel
Pussy boys always live a long life (Ugh)
I can take it all away with a strong knife
Met your chick once, her mouth was on my shlong twice
Bitch made my toes curl in these old mics
Elite OG, lows will stomp a mud hole in your chest and let barrettas flow
God told me I better glow in this profession of rapping
Amazing shit out my mouth
Holding my blessings until another one come around
I make albino niggas turn brown
Rotisserie goldfish to my old bitch
Meaning that shit dead
See me out here, naw you don't pussy boy you fled
We can see the smoking coming from your feet
You and I both know I can smell defeat (Sheesh)

★ Bridge ★
Nigga got the fuck up outta there
Got the fuck up out of there

★ Verse 2 ★
I don't hang out with bitch guys
Y'all al looking like some shit pies
Get fried with torches as a shorty
I used to sit on porches
Now I post up rolling my forest inside a fortress
Nigga I was once a fucking gorgeous orphan
Now I'm a big bad wolf that's allergic to porridge
Divorces form all the rappers that showed disloyal attributes
Passion fruit inside the diamond swisher, chug the apple juice
Laughing real loud, blowing the loud
Wake up neighbors from about eight miles
Have your face looking like a prune
You rappers wear a lot of chains just so you can hide the noose wounds
All you weak rappers is disgusting
Buckle up with all your endeavors I'm still nothing to fuck with
That's why niggas won't step in the ring for a bout
Soon as they step in the ring they never come back out (Ouch)
It's a shame how shit change
Get brains while reading a textbook about the best crooks
And the rest of these rappers is history, they ain't shit to me
They sign these contracts but stay in misery

★ Interlude ★
That's a pussy boy attribute (Straight up, straight up)

★ Verse 3 ★
Vinyl with the OB stribe
I know it's right for me to be the best
Niggas owe me life
Fuck them niggas they can keep living
The phoniness is gonna eat them from the inside, no worries
I'm just in the back getting fried, man I'm tired f whack shit
That's the kind of shit that make me wanna stop rapping

★ Outro ★
If you stop rapping then it's gonna be a real fucking crisis
You should not do that there brother