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spectacular diagnostics - ew mcnasty كلمات أغنية

[verse: vic spencer]
uh
vic spencer
nasty mcnasty
(vic spencer)
imagine bringing a pistol in church
you about to be in a sh_tful of hurt
a whole pot full of mucus
spread it on top of the rice
and make my chinese friend fry it all with the sprite
i got no feeling like a fat couple humping in a car with no mileage
vic jumping over vehicles
unbelievable guns up beneath your nose
i don’t need the flow, it’s a sport called head lumping
the adventures of vic spencer
i hang out with made up friends like big mitch and
hoes, hoes, hoes like triple h
trippy cake
dirty like a hippy’s face, penny weight
throw some sick ass sh_t at you
like balloons filled with maggot infected milk while you was in your quilt
you the type to go to bed in silk
my last name mcnasty, first name is ew
i think my low was born in the alley
in between mozart and california while my mommy and daddy was boning
i was in his nut sack shooting cr_ps
different color bandana on my head n_ggas laugh
but i bust out thinking i can be the best rapper alive
the same name its just me in disguise
i don’t support the sh_t
i get ugly over chores and sh_t
rappers be sucking h_lla d_ck put a fork in it
on my way to the fire house
because i had water, he said he was harder
so i put him out
n_ggas flow not r_t_rded, i heard your sh_t and farted
then parted ways from the conversation
i seen garbage that was fresher than you and i ain’t insinuating
b_tches like to drink yellow its urination
r kelly bars
you is not on my level dealership mail me cars
i don’t give a f_ck like a virgin
swerving in suburban like crack said
came through popping sh_t like black heads
i act dead when i saw a b_tch i used to f_ck with
camouflaged with sh_t that was in front of me
watching bae, watching 3d thinking they run to me
told my brothers load the gun for me
i mop the floor with vodka
so i can inhale the smell with ganja and we still conscious
now i want some sweet p_ssy
i don’t like skinless fish
i like f_cking with the bushes
i fish for the camel toe
a frozen beverage up in the desert
throat dry from rapping sixty bars [?]
[?] you a c_ck buffing fatty thug
n_ggas smoke just to make their voice raspier
and the end result sh_t is not adding up
glad its f_cked that it’s you
dead rappers stack them up
ew
[outro]
that’s why they don’t want me to like be in rap
i mean
cause the aura stank
its unfamiliar
nasty on my jersey b_tch
hookshot ho
(i don’t know why we’re bothering to save him)
(filthy humans)

- spectacular diagnostics

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