Bipolarism

[Intro]
What the fuck is wrong with you Vic?
I know your vibes is off dog
No you don’t
Fuck outta here
Fuck
Nobody fucking know me man

[Verse]
Mother fuckers don’t work like me
They don’t make sure the bodies get murked like me
Take an hour to write a verse
I’m watching your soul burst
Get high all in the church
Shit is unnatural, it’s factual I’m better than niggas
Keep the blicker, raise triggers like babies
Havana blue Mercedes riding on Slauson
Blaze big indicas and don’t be feeling nauseous
Shill not fucking with these Chicago rappers (Naw)
Make them niggas pay, call them Wells Fargo rappers
Roll up the tree in the autumn leaves
I do it on your block and make your ass call your chief
Shit
I let the clip rest
Big ass mountains of kilos, it’s about to be a sniff fest
I don’t be lounging with drug addicts
We all not mammals
But you trying to fuck rabbits? (The fuck?)
Lavish as hell, they clocking my wave
Room full of enemies, guwop to my face (Bitch)
Still work the bodies of dead rappers
While my niggas dig up your grave I laugh at you (Hahaha)
I should no longer share my fucking energy
I go back to my old ways, it’s feeling like it’s ten of me
I learned to walk with niggas where they’re at
I only do that shit because I already know how you act
Niggas act like bitches too much with no ethic
If you rap and can’t produce no album then I’m skeptic
(It’s fucked)
Niggas love to step on toes
And when the consequences follow we just step on their nose
Excellent flow, excessive with goals, I’m very vocal
Niggas not Spanish the [?] calling me loco (Crazy)
I told you Vic Spencer is not very social
Niggas ain’t nothing but rinsed garbage disposals

[Outro]
Fuck
Fuck outta here
I don’t care about your fucking feelings man
You gotta be crazy dog
Show and prove nigga
Not back and forth
Pussy boy