Run Roughshod lyrics

(Vic Spencer & Vic Greenthumbs converse in Intro)

f*ck a host ioon need no introduction
Just call me a magnetic induction f*ck 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 n*ggas 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 f*ck with no n*ggas wearing Ugg Boots
Around here you can get yo ass shell shocked
f*ck outta here, better take that fu sh*t to Belmont
On the coast the boat accommodation ladder
I got my cuzzo sh*t 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 b*tch 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 n*ggas in my squad so don't tell me to meet up
Your wife goes from a lover to a griever
My b*tch bad, leggings looking like a golden retriever
Dip in the monkey, motherf*ckers is sick in the country
I'm the only one in the chi-town (that) don't listen to Bumpy
And a n*gga 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
f*ck is wrong with you, run roughshod!!!!!
To all the n*ggas that paved the way, I'd die standing behind the trigger
If it wasn't for Vic spencer they wouldn't heard of you n*ggas
All a n*gga 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 motherf*ckin tennis pro
I got my f*cking business up n*gga what you inn it foe?
The Rapping bast*rd on the way n*gga I'm sending snow
It don't have a release date, but n*gga you finna know
I put out my best work of art not once but in a row
(Vic Greethumbs rant)