Mortuary

[Intro: Vic Spencer]

Uhh

Yeahh

Oh we do body bags in the winter

Yes sir

Get you a right nigga to do it

Yeahh

[Verse 1: Vic Spencer]

Woke up smelling gun powder

Didn't wanna smell it no more so I blew a blunt of sour

Take three months to devour

The city of Chicago

Diablo in the shower

The late can't cool niggas off

Play roles in the movies

But pussy can't fool niggas dog

Fuck Chiraq

Put the sun in my backpack

So much shit going on I wanna go back in my dad's sack

But since I'm here I'm something to fear

Looking way ahead of me nothing is near (Bang!)

Gun shots that make you jump in the rear

Blast from the past passing the grass up at the pier

Call me Mr.Grand Avenue

I blow two grams and laugh at you

You know what's going on when I blam at you

Vic Spencer the worst rapper that hurts rappers

You in the dirt faster

Bodies in the dumpster with the maggots

[Chorus: Vic Spencer]

Dispenser this from the bodies x3

Have you dying like Chris Farley

Pour grammes on the Harley

Until somebody departs me

Dispenser this from the bodies x3

Have you dying like Chris Farley

Pour grammes  on the Harley

Until somebody departs me

[Verse 2: Twista]

Take shots like medicine, watch out and better get all ball

Get the shit the fuck out of here I'm better than all y'all

I be the one that's gon deliver whenever y'all call

Working the kitchen funkier than chitterlings and hog maws

Y'all blow when I think about what rhymes with Vic Spencer

Tryna figure it out, smoking weed from my dispenser

They unappealing why my flow rifle so vital

Have you danced on the ceiling like some throwback vinyl from Lionel

My pants sag even though I got on the Gucci belt

Cause I let them see it just so I can see how they coochie felt

This is the flow for the hotter mama

The dollar dollar

Milk from Cambodia

Powder water from Guatemala

OG and I'm making dollars like I was drag racing

Hop out the phantom in my pajamas at the gas station

Don't talk no shit cause eventually you gon starve me

And mentally you gon charge me

To a Spencer and we gon party

[Chorus: Vic Spencer]

Dispenser this from the bodies x3

Have you dying like Chris Farley

Pour grammes on the Harley

Until somebody departs me

Dispenser this from the bodies x3

Have you dying like Chris Farley

Pour grammes on the Harley

Until somebody departs me