Vincente Fernandez

[Intro]
Rapping
1991 was a great year
(Yeah)

[Verse]
Uh
Vic Spencer the old fart is nutty
About five years ago I was everybody’s buddy
Now I’m Chicago’s hated I should be dead but I’m still here
So that is a remarkable statement
I make records then burn bridges
Ice cream parlor I churn niggas
Got the loudest ganja, I turn swishers
Y’all force in the wind
To these whores I’m a carousel (Why?)
I take horses for a spin
Get on the horn call the bosses again
Shit is nerve wrеcking
These rappers is a turd bеverage (Ew)
In the field with the savage greyhounds plotting revenge
Drop a shot of gin in Henn on your pale ass skin
Chest medium, I piss helium, I crush meteors, elevating my existence
Experience all choices, evolving my life
Period
Dead serious
This is my plight
Y’all hustle and you still ain’t got no bail bruh
If your baby momma broke then your child is a failure
I feel sorry for you
Coming to the crib trying to borrow some shoes you son of a bitch
They label me super misogynistic and offensive
In my songs, damn that’s the shit that’s gonna make y’all listen
I wanna steal a lot of people’s ears
And give it to some peers of mine that can’t hear
And the rest that’s left over give ‘em away to all the deaf folks
Fucking chicks for no money equals an in-debt stroke
A cop can’t fit in my pocket that’s why I got a gun
Gotta keep it on me even when I’m having fun
Gossip is a broke nigga sport, it’s hilarious
[?] is not scaring us
I would never beg for support
Y’all taking advice from niggas that wear leggings under some cut off shorts
None of these niggas going to court (Naw)
The fuck y’all niggas doing, dressing up for the sport (Huh?)
I’d rather grow almonds with that water
I look at ya’ll rappers and I really see retarded (Damn)
Y’all investments is in other people’s relationships
You supposed to be the crook in the night so go ahead and take that shit
Y’all niggas like the floss
Sean Price’s wife is my boss, fucker
(I don’t know what y’all niggas is thinking man)