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

1: Vic Mensa]

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

Chain, tuck your in
your

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

Vein, deadlier a blood infection
Contractually contracting me would have to be high
Blow the blessing permanently in the section
Hold

Breath in, kid, your lines 'fore you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you scheme on a rhyme
Wet your 'sace shirt, get your dry-cleaned
Pokin' the industry a Jimmy Iovine
I'm going raw, you feel it like a pill thats spoon-crushed
Melt on gums like ice cream
I'm type O, anyone could get it if you with it, wilt with the pipe
They say the got the Internet tweakin'
You twit con, comicon commenters
I see your weakness, achilles heel in feet its orthopedic
I'm bulimic I can't your image I make you eat it
Yack and feed it back, season
UV me need sunscreen, tone even
Obviously it's a problem if you questioning if I'm the answer, run and
Dog I'm in the field a summer dance
The son of Sampson, dread head fooly in the
a clip, it could really be a movie in the park
I'm psycho how I the automatic rifle
Just so you don't get the wrong message like a
I might not sign no unless they up a mill
And it by a few, forreal
Fuck all the glamors and glitz, I plan to get
I'm Chicago, but never been a fan of your platinum hits
I could care less a high school lunch 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
Pass the baby to Baby to change the
While Jay-Z chase her down on a Samsung
Hi C, soda sippin' old Corolla whippin'
Treat your chick tonsil like a orphanage to hold my in
Raah raah a dungeon dragon
Son, change your little hustle 'cause your is lackin'
See, my pockets empty, my nerves don't try to tempt me
I set to Fort Knox to foreclose Daddy Warbucks for the war on drugs
If you hatin', you stab yourself in the
Split your soul like a
I could a flight just to change the seasons overnight
You boys bark known to bite
My niggas'll run in your crib, flood your basement, leave you leakin' like a pipe
Poke wife on the table like salt, pork, and rice
I swipe my Chase card, everything paid for
Your petty from your little label
I the hotel, the flight, the car, the room service
The on the PJ in the jet with the fuel burnin'
Gas in the with my bitch with the wheels turnin'
like Sprewell, if you want it come and prove to me
This is a message for anybody who
I'm Vic Mensa, pay your and pay attention