I'm the worst rapper yo..
How the worst rapper is the most hated tho?
Whatever...
Agh
Vic Spencer: the worst rapper from Chicago
They want me out the city as far as the chi-go
But im out here posted on dangerous blocks
With n***as that miss school and love slangin' the Glock
Agh
Changing the plot, rearranging the flock
The circle has changed, now i get to aim at the box
Agh
This is World War Ten, i got bombs for ya'
See it in ya' video lookin' like Tom Sawyer (haha!)
Look how i came out the dirt and emerged
To be one of the greatest to ever do it without leaving the curb
Seein' chicks curve n***as, and end up crashing
Seein' one opinion turn the whole earth to bat-sh**
n***as that once knew me call me an angry uncle
I'm lookin' at these n***as like "what the world has come to?"
(ugh?)
Very pa**ionate about who I'm rappin' with
So all of this loyal sh**, I ain't havin' it
Agh
Bumping freight by Amy
Nothing changed me except for d**h
But either way, I'll die the same
So many times I could've hide the pain
But you hear it in my voice every time i rhyme again
Sittin' in the j**ish restaurant with Dr. Mind Bender
And he from Belize blowin' weed, look what time get ya'
Me and my wife havin' a hard-time finding babysitters
Argument everyday, look what time get ya' (agh)
Fixin' the plot, i've been liftin' a lot
Not the waste acquiesce when I'm skippin' your block
In 98' we was sippin' ciroc, before the manufacture
I seen n***as come n' go, look what life got ya'
Bars sound like I should never sit behind 'em
Spit a couple lines at 'em then they blind faster
Sometimes the mind matter if you f** with me
But you point the finger at the wrong guy in the truck with weed
Posted in that b**h smokin' out the backseat
No f**s to them rappers out here showing a**-cheecks (ew!)
Rafe ceiling lights in the tahoe
I'm safe in the hood over downtown Chicago
See some protesters, I don't f** with that sh**
I be k**in' the role, petal wall stroll with the kicks
Ten years ago, at the taste in the see-thrus
Got me some p**y off wearin' then 350 V2s
(agh)
I ain't in to that lifestyle, I write wild
Tazmanian devil how I react now
The microphone I can hug on the spot
Appreciate all the love that I got, muhf**er
(oooh!)
That's it... no more
Lyrical exercise
d**h out of VI, right?