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

[Verse 1: Vic

This is one to compare me to
you side by side in that head-on collision
Feel the impact a flat-bed to a caribou
My dear, roadkill
I'm cold-blooded, Mike Tyson hit me, I'm Holyfield, oh
Pee on your Q&A, fuck questions, fuck suggestions
I need help, fuck your

Chain, your chest in
Sink

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

Vein, deadlier than a blood
Contractually me would have to be dumb high
Blow the blessing permanently in the smoking
Hold

Breath in, kid, know your 'fore you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you scheme on a scheme
Wet your 'sace shirt, get your blood-stains
Pokin' the industry without a Iovine
I'm raw, you could feel it like a pill thats spoon-crushed
Melt on your gums ice cream
I'm type O, anyone could get it if you with it, wilt with the pipe
They say the INNANET got the Internet
You twit con, comicon deleted
I see your weakness, achilles heel in your feet its
I'm bulimic I can't stomach image I make you eat it
Yack and it back, salty season
UV me need sunscreen, 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 dance
The son of Sampson, head fooly in the dark
Catch a clip, it could be a movie in the park
I'm psycho how I hitchcock the rifle
Just so you don't get the wrong message a typo
I might not no deal unless they up a mill
And multiply it by a few,
Fuck all the and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm Chicago, but never been a fan of your platinum hits
I could less than a high school lunch lady with her hair net
Teared up pubes in your pear cup
Yo, the young bleed bluer than Ivy
If Lil Wayne came and kidnapped her out her high
Pass the to Baby to change the diapy
While Jay-Z chase her down on a Galaxy
Hi C, orange soda sippin' old Corolla
Treat your chick tonsil like a to hold my kids in
Raah raah like a dungeon
Son, change your little hustle your funds is lackin'
See, my empty, my nerves antsy don't try to tempt me
I set fire to Fort to foreclose Daddy Warbucks for the war on drugs
If you hatin', you stab yourself in the
Split soul like a horcrux
I could board a flight just to change the seasons
You boys ain't known to bite
My niggas'll run in your crib, flood basement, leave you leakin' like a broken pipe
Poke your wife on the table salt, pork, and rice
I never swipe my Chase card, everything for
Your funding from your little label
I need the hotel, the flight, the car, the service
The on the PJ in the jet with the fuel burnin'
Gas in the rental with my bitch with the wheels
Spinnin' like Sprewell, if you want it come and to me
This is a message for anybody who
I'm Vic Mensa, pay your toll and pay