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basement flu - vic spencer lyrics

[verse 1]
big bag of something strong in this shoulder bag
fitted on my dome knocking n*ggas out their shoulder pads
who invented your style?
n*ggas know i’m bad
you n*ggas never seen this type of glow i have
i know your past (that’s right boy)
you gonna blame the drugs
i’m gonna blame your moms
you ain’t drop sh*t, you must got some painted bombs
eyes closed and the case is too
been in the studio so long i got the bas*m*nt flu
you already know i done paid my dues
so do the knowledge
i know about the do’s and don’ts i’m popping paper collars
you’re never gonna be able to f*cking fix this problem
you c*ck bugg you must have ate all the sausage (huh)
y’all n*ggas be hurting
what was i thinking?
giving [?] free verses
clown of the century
i’m taking everything that’s meant for me
i’m old school, i had my nephews build a tent for me
i’m somewhere with the linen and glasses
looking at women and asses
i’m somewhere with the linen and glasses
looking at women and asses
i’m somewhere with the linen and glasses
looking at women and asses
straight k!lling these b*st*rds god dammit
f*ck is wrong with you n*ggas
switch
[verse 2]
master of materials
imperial, i feed your kid bacterial cereal
here for a while, you got to enjoy the experience
y’all got employed to do silly sh*t
see how deep sh*t could really get, the philly split
insert the green spinach then i hit the piff
i hit my n*gga mr. 31
he told me about a l!ck that consists of 40 tons
n*gga better bring more than guns
five n*ggas walk up, they about to have their shorty’s run
the pay*pal in negative, that kind of lifestyle would make me hate to live
when you f*cking broke how could you face your kids
face realities and chase my dreams yo
i can show you how to make your b’s grow
still work a nine*to*five
i hate rappers that be hating on n*ggas that work in rap
y’all really shouldn’t be alive
when you get around new n*ggas you gonna find a surprise
i don’t even concern myself with the lies
about how a n*gga tried to
that sh*t is wild (f*ck)
i’m in the laboratory picking the files
about to go through some sh*t right now
got the suit on
big pair of brass knuckles with the boots on
[outro]
sheesh, god d*mn
bl**dy scene n*gga
pure carnage god dammit

- vic spencer lyrics

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