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vic spencer - jungle gym lyrics

[intro: sean price]
vic what up
rap

[verse 1: sean price]
soon as my gun out
your brethren spun and the lead from the gun out
i’m old school pardon the veteran gun route
told you to go to the reverend run house
clap gun records
have fun records
no recollection of a bad one effort
f+cking with sean n+gga that’s a suicide mission
knife or the gun, f+ck it you decide pimpin’
[?] raw sh+t all my life
fist brawl hit y’all with all of my might
lou ferrigno, n+gga bodies to the hearing aid
team full of barbarians, writers and renegades
p send your ass home
like you got what i need, pendergrass song
38 in the vest, sean price is the ape in the flesh
mother f+cker

[verse 2: vic spencer]
n+ggas cry too much
take your diaper off your ass and make you lie in the dust
i’m old but i ain’t trying to rust
i take an oil bath i ain’t a sl+t
fresh sneakers but you can’t check out the forecast
no gun you done walked through a warpath
the flow stronger than panther p+ss
how your ass hard when your nickname chocolate kiss?
i hood like cabinets and grits bought off wic
and i only used to look at infant spit
not these corny ass rappers, they born a godfather
grab me a hansel and commit manslaughters
vic’ll body a squad
i pulled the wood out for your girl
then she grabbed out a measuring rod
you want your life back i’ll leave you with god
and go back on the street so i can meet with my mom
[verse 3: illa ghee]
the brain freeze, illa is a train on skis
spit hotter than belize, i’m some kind of a disease
hug blocks with the gun i squeeze
keep two like [?]
sianara i could part the sea
the black rocky, i’m c+cky i’m a fighting hockey
my own moms tried to pop me, pardon me
i know you’re looking but it’s hard to see
close your eyes cause i tote photography, ghettolosiphy
illa whether the storm, illa may whether your song
dead wrong, a metaphorical don
you the witness to this lyrical he+rs+ sh+t
and plus i touch base like i swung at first pitch
clown your whole circus, the meaning of life has no purpose
download my app with multiple crack verses
such a threat i start producing your fear
illa ghee so the future is here
i made it clear yo

- vic spencer lyrics

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