They said that Imma make it when the pigs fly.
But the people just a mess, frickin pigs sty.
They cannot even fathom what's in this mind, So!
Imma twist the game
N make this bitch mine.
Like, "Hi Vince,
Spit another rhyme!"
Mouth is so
Fuckin dry
I'm gettin scary on the mic,
Bitch!
So...
Imma hit my high pitch.
But before I do that
Someone go n grab my
Cherry chapstick
This is my own
I'll rap exactly what I think about!
I'm so gone
I should prolly not be thinkin now!
So, like
BITCH I'm on.
I'm Talkin bout the game
I'm higher than the everglades
This brain up in the cranium
Is runnin at a faster pace.
Woah!
Dre beats on the dome!
No snap back?
Woah!
No endorsement cause
The people say I rap wack?
Oh!
Self printed CD's
In the backpack hoe
It's Baghdad.
Grabba towl, now blow a load.
Like groupie love
Like fuck a glove
I'll do her, raw dawg.
Spin her like a carousel
Bbounce her like a see saw!
This shit is double dutch
Chica witta bubble butt
Went to grab a double cup
Hit it twice... double fuck
Opposite of piss
No shit,
Give a double fuck
Whoo?
Not one
Not two, fuck her
Fuck him, not you
Even me
Wait?
Breathe, fuck it though.
Now we don't need no oxygen!
I suffocate my documents
No motha fuckin consequence
So fuck it then, you like me chick!
Whip out my dick, piss in the wind!
But only if she suck it though.
N I'm the one who spose to spit
N your jobs let it down ya throat.
Now what's the constitution?
Like I got my first communion.
Except it's rolled with endo
Faded, at the last Reunion
N you say I ain't a human?
Well, I am a mutant.
I had a dream you'll never do it,
Outta body, kinda lucid
You a whack
YOU a hoe
HE can't rap
N all you goddamn faggots
Lookin pretty fuckin' stupid, though.
Now look.
I got this shit beat
Til a piggie flap wing
Vinny whoo?
It's Vinny ME.
Gettin high, got all green.
Smokin' on that OG
N Trainwreck
N then the sour D
You smell the cheese homie?
Better go grab the Listerine!
Wait. hol up.hol up
IT'S THE FUCKIN FUTURE HOE.
New flows really dopey though
Now you faggots know
I'm gettin hard
You know Pinocchio
I blow my nose, subliminal
An ill, contagious criminal
Got cold n frozen metaphors
Like frostbite on my syllables!
Wait hol up, hol up.
This my shit n imma go
N spit it my way.
Lungs Rebecca black
I'm talkin sideways.
Smoked up all the gas
Can't even get up out my driveway
Ill make ya woman wet
Just like the sky grey
So hate when I Precipitate
Then rain up on the gay parade
So what is my name?
It's Vinny Whoo...
(They said that Imma make it when the pigs fly.
But the people just a mess, frickin pigs sty.
They cannot even fathom what's in this mind, so! Imma twist the game
N make this bitch mine. Like, "Hi Vince
Spit another rhyme!" Mouth is so fuckin dry
I'm gettin scary on the mic, bitch!)
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