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

[Verse 1: Vic

This is another one to me to
you side by side in that head-on collision
Feel the impact like a flat-bed to a
My dear, roadkill
I'm cold-blooded, Tyson 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 than a infection
Contractually contracting me would have to be dumb
the blessing permanently in the smoking section
Hold

Breath in, kid, your lines 'fore you overstep 'em
Hmm...I let you on a rhyme scheme
Wet your 'sace shirt, get your dry-cleaned
Pokin' the industry without a Iovine
I'm raw, you could 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
say the INNANET got the Internet tweakin'
You twit con, comicon commenters
I see your weakness, achilles heel in your feet its
I'm bulimic I can't your image I make you eat it
Yack and feed it back, season
UV me need sunscreen, tone hardly
Obviously a problem if you questioning if I'm the answer, run and play
Dog I'm in the field like a dance
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
so you don't get the wrong message like a typo
I not sign no deal unless they up a mill
And multiply it by a few,
all the glamors and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm Chicago, but never been a fan of your platinum hits
I could care less than a high school lunch with her hair net
up puttin' pubes in your pear cup
Yo, the blood bleed bluer than Ivy
If Lil came and kidnapped her out her high seat
Pass the baby to Baby to the diapy
While Jay-Z chase her on a Samsung Galaxy
Hi C, orange soda sippin' old Corolla
Treat your chick tonsil like a orphanage to hold my in
Raah raah a dungeon dragon
Son, your little hustle 'cause your funds is lackin'
See, my pockets empty, my nerves antsy try to tempt me
I set fire to Fort Knox to Daddy Warbucks for the war on drugs
If you hatin', you stab in the foot
Split your soul a horcrux
I could board a just to change the seasons overnight
You bark ain't known to bite
My niggas'll run in your crib, flood your basement, leave you leakin' a broken pipe
Poke wife on the table like 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 check on the PJ in the jet the fuel burnin'
Gas in the with my bitch with the wheels turnin'
Spinnin' like Sprewell, if you want it come and to me
This is a message for anybody who
I'm Vic Mensa, pay toll and pay attention