C.A.K.E.

Lyrics

[Intro] Word Whew Fuck Jesus What the fuck is this Get the fuck out of here man Aw shit [Verse 1] They love that Vic Spencer is hated I'm above everything that's spacious By the good grace of God I want y'all burnin' in hell Achieved balance, started learning the scale Took a whole journey with the whales, I never tattle tale A garbage can is a picture of the average male (Ew) Niggas be in line at a raffle sale Niggas look like rattlesnakes when they bail I'm the type of nigga that's breaking hella spines on the campus of Yale They heard my shit longer than a handrail Getting a lot of fan mail, my Gmail is always full They wanna know how many jucks I done pulled When you find out that number multiply it by eight Still don't know the meaning of cake Copyright, always keep everything Niggas will even wanna bite your wedding ring Just like the good old days I showed love And when I didn't get it back that shit blew my buzz Mother fuckers do a lot of altercations to the story And it bore me, my pen and pad started having orgies I love all time I turn more leaf Keep you going through 'em while I'm whipping up the pork meat Chuck it at a female vegetarian Gluten free ball snacks for being a good samaritan Carry on tradition, track 12 on the CD Niggas going' crazy, spit in braille or in 3D Stop beating ass boy I need tree You can keep your J, your whole accolades is seaweed Individually I'm a real psycho I put pipe to your girlfriend, now she want lips I wanna show you where you might go Outside the soul then inside a bowl Posted at a strip club, bitches sliding down a pole And I didn't throw no dollars just bitcoin codes I got the bars from being inside of group homes I'm inside a car not a tombstone, getting too gone Niggas ain't fucking with me I'm the best in Chicago nigga puff on the weed Shut the fuck up talking to me You drove here, now you walking to leave Mother- Shit Fuck out of here mother fucker