Vic Spencer - Stage Full Of Bodies
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{Intro}
Each and every last one of you rappers is dead now
Uh
I wanna store them all the way in the corner of the stage
Like 57 of them
They all in heavy duty contractor bags
Husky
{Verse 1}
You don’t have to acknowledge me
Uh
You not fucking with me sonically
Nah
Atomically build philosophies while I cop the weed
Run for your life I’m about to chop your knees
You still hollering about needs and wants
I’m in the front with the big ass blunt
Do what I do on the regular just to stunt
I’m looking past y’all this is your last call for a brawl (Alcohol)
One punch to your face will knock you out your veins
There y’all go thinking I’m hollering about them dirty ass shoes
I’m actually talking about the vehicle
It’s not really clеar what I clearly do
Need a visual?
Put your face in a clouded bag and tiе it up
Now do I make it clear for you?
Your hands are dirty nigga don’t get near the food
You just the opening act nobody here for you
You asking for guidance, I wouldn’t steal for you
If you was the CEO of Bud Light I wouldn’t get a beer for you
{Interlude}
Get the fuck out of here
Crazy as fuck
Switch
{Verse 2}
If I’m at your head it won’t be fair to you
I stepped in this game because it’s rare to lose
It’s either you got it or you don’t
And from the looks of the glove you niggas is bums
You never had a verse flipped by a producer
But you about to get your hearse flipped
The woman that did it had on a nurse fit (Baby)
Strong as hell, she had on a thong as well
Slap you with the longest nails, pass on my homies (?...)
Smoke this weed, it’s presidential
I’m at my peak now, it’s evidential
I hooped at the residential, you just a lint ball
I got your location, it’s time to get y’all
I got a body bag with your name on it
Hang on stage with the rest of your homies and dead tenderonies (Ew)
The bread turning to mold (Ew)
Sneakers the same color as cold cheese
Still smoking big blunts on Oak Street
Name one thing that you told me and I actually listened
Slap your face in front of your family it was crickets
{Intro}
Each and every last one of you rappers is dead now
Uh
I wanna store them all the way in the corner of the stage
Like 57 of them
They all in heavy duty contractor bags
Husky
{Verse 1}
You don’t have to acknowledge me
Uh
You not fucking with me sonically
Nah
Atomically build philosophies while I cop the weed
Run for your life I’m about to chop your knees
You still hollering about needs and wants
I’m in the front with the big ass blunt
Do what I do on the regular just to stunt
I’m looking past y’all this is your last call for a brawl (Alcohol)
One punch to your face will knock you out your veins
There y’all go thinking I’m hollering about them dirty ass shoes
I’m actually talking about the vehicle
It’s not really clеar what I clearly do
Need a visual?
Put your face in a clouded bag and tiе it up
Now do I make it clear for you?
Your hands are dirty nigga don’t get near the food
You just the opening act nobody here for you
You asking for guidance, I wouldn’t steal for you
If you was the CEO of Bud Light I wouldn’t get a beer for you
{Interlude}
Get the fuck out of here
Crazy as fuck
Switch
{Verse 2}
If I’m at your head it won’t be fair to you
I stepped in this game because it’s rare to lose
It’s either you got it or you don’t
And from the looks of the glove you niggas is bums
You never had a verse flipped by a producer
But you about to get your hearse flipped
The woman that did it had on a nurse fit (Baby)
Strong as hell, she had on a thong as well
Slap you with the longest nails, pass on my homies (?...)
Smoke this weed, it’s presidential
I’m at my peak now, it’s evidential
I hooped at the residential, you just a lint ball
I got your location, it’s time to get y’all
I got a body bag with your name on it
Hang on stage with the rest of your homies and dead tenderonies (Ew)
The bread turning to mold (Ew)
Sneakers the same color as cold cheese
Still smoking big blunts on Oak Street
Name one thing that you told me and I actually listened
Slap your face in front of your family it was crickets
