Run Roughshod

Lyrics

(Vic Spencer & Vic Greenthumbs converse in Intro) Fuck a host ioon need no introduction Just call me a magnetic induction fuck the process of it The flow in cahoots with the production A good show off, terry cloth at a function Winter time I ain't rocking a fade Hella niggas get drowned for tryna copy the wave Dead beat dad couldn't save his son Doctors had to suction water from the patients lungs These hoes jocking me now my balls look like plums And you too will get your chance when the time comes We duck cop fits and judge suits Weeoon fuck with no niggas wearing Ugg Boots Around here you can get yo ass shell shocked Fuck outta here, better take that fu shit to Belmont On the coast the boat accommodation ladder I got my cuzzo shit on repeat: State of Matter Times faster, my daughter growing like China aster And I'm comfortable at the top of the game like a rafter You get smacked and see clear bright colors The bars imported by my mother The youngest of 4, the role model of a plumber to whores No numbers to score guaranteed to rumble at war The bars is a way of life my voice is what I ride foe The bass is my main bitch the snare is my side ho Touch the clitoris like I'm plucking a guitar While Good bars wanging out a hood car Big duffles big bundles of reefer Hella niggas in my squad so don't tell me to meet up Your wife goes from a lover to a griever My bitch bad, leggings looking like a golden retriever Dip in the monkey, motherfuckers is sick in the country I'm the only one in the chi-town (that) don't listen to Bumpy And a nigga ok with that Incredible raps getting edible fat Cavalier Hat massacre rap damaging acts Poison ham to the rats, cheese in my scrambling cash You can't call a teenager a God Fuck is wrong with you, run roughshod!!!!! To all the niggas that paved the way, I'd die standing behind the trigger If it wasn't for Vic spencer they wouldn't heard of you niggas All a nigga need is respect that's what I'm itching foe Electric glow from head to toe the rap Vincent Van Gogh The rap James Monroe at a strip show Looking at her rack cuz I'm a motherfuckin tennis pro I got my fucking business up nigga what you inn it foe? The Rapping Bastard on the way nigga I'm sending snow It don't have a release date, but nigga you finna know I put out my best work of art not once but in a row (Vic Greethumbs rant)