Intro (Vic Spencer):

Vic Spencer, nigga

Get the fuck outta here

Verse (Vic Spencer):

Agh, bodies all over the place

How your skin all over the space

Keep the globe ass with rap tactics

Shit is automatic

Easy access

The brain slumped inside a mattress

Now that's relaxing

Smoke bud in my favorite chair

Hair, welfare state with the haze in the air

The shit penetrate your veins

Now you complain about the game

And how everything in it sounds the same

Sitting on the block winging some old-ass p-rock

Big ass swisher as long as tree top

As long as someone can bebop I can be here

Your girl curled like a cat underneath chairs

V don't want to go there

I'll see my way out

As far as I'm concerned, I'll never be on the drought

Big success, I believe in the amount

You niggas gonna be leaking your blood and your whole album now

I hate the culture I wrote this shit on grindhouse property

So now a nigga showing his ethic

We posted outside blowing the essence

At least go to church and know your reverend motherfucker

I know some niggas that will blasphemy

Vic Spencer on a rapping spree

(body these motherfuckers)

Outro (Vic Spencer):

Yeah man

Motherfuckers ain't fucking with this

Extra body bags in the corner

Get the fuck outta here