Critics on my A$$ -- THE LOUNGE OF VERBAL VENGENCE

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Date Posted: 14:54:49 06/17/12 Sun
Author: Vice Verser
Subject: Critics on my A$$

I don't need the critics on my ass
asking 'bout my new work and how it differs from the last
that'll make me lash out, I never loved rap
I was in dire need of a cash-out
So I picked up a mic and I did what I did
it was sacrifice I had to make
I spoke my mind and people still acting fake
if you see me on your corner just back away
I was happy yesterday but I'm mad today
Tomorrow is less certain
and somehow my face is numb but my head's hurting, perfect!
ah shit, now Vice is just showing off
Pigs fly when I find a high-rise to throw 'em off
You're not a soldier dawg
I get my Tami Terrell on...
..I play basketball with a bowling ball
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Coulda had it all, I think we shoulda waited
She was no angel, something like a Lady Satan
Admitted it to me the last time she masturbated
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You wanna know what you're in for?
AIDS floating in a test tube hits ya skin and dissolves
I'm sick like crazy in the head, 7:30
this verse needs a pass from Trip Testaverde
I'm nerdy but women saying they want some
An oddball that's lucky to have just one love
An urge to rip the mic, getting Spitter's Delight
put enemies in hearses with the verses I write
Oh, what a life
I'll spit an old-school flow with an old-school dance
Are there mirrors in ya jeans 'cause I see me in ya pants
There's mirrors on the ceiling, you might wanna ask why?
So I can see it going in when the cowgirl rides
My city's full of homicides and suicidal lunatics
He saying he gon' kill me, I told 'em just do the shit
I'm ready 2 die, I'll tell God you said hi
Dying for the truth but I'm living a lie.

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