Lyrics Horns In the Cornfield - Vic Spencer

No lights when I wrote this
In a cornfield for real plotting the spinach
The beginning of a great ending spending money but I'm not grinning
Y'all in it for pendants
I'm winning cuz I don't love everybody
Government bisexual they fuck everybody
Entering the Olympics as a professional backwards runner
Imagine all the bullshit that come up
Imagine a rapper intimidating Vic is a bad dream
Imagine not waking up from last week
Ass cheeks when you rhyme
It's like every time I see you I wanna beat you a thousand times
Thanking god that I had a rhyme
I wouldn't even lived all this time
I used to be like I'm sick of this shit
Then I realized I'm really sick at this shit
They pissed at the kicks I tell her I look better than the guy that she with
He standing there too he didn't say shit
Riding a ostrich to the grocery store
You can't tell me when I'm knowing what's dope
The growth show in every verse curse wasn't a gift
Vic left out the building but he wasn't dismissed
Make the world laugh that's a great start
They look like nubs it's important to stay sharp
Learn ya mathematics the therapist looked at me and start laughing
The lines in my mind doing backflips

Real smooth cuz I'm old school
Back in the days niggas never followed no rules
They was talking shit so I checked it
I smack rappers with vinyl And that's for the record
You would love to be my position
You gone tell a lot of stories when the lies clicking
The beast from over east is back blowing on peach
When I'm around don't speak
Geesh, how could I be so proud
My product gone always equal amount
Dropping my album when it was recession
How I survived that, that wasn't a blessing
I was supposed to die hella times
I hate to say that shit
That's probably be the number one reason why I'm amazed at shit
Took a test I didn't study for and aced that shit