Genius Users
Vice City [Genius Users remix]
[Intro: Onemanband]
Don't you hate it when...
You open a bag of chips
And the bag's only filled halfway?
That has absolutely nothing to do with anything
I just thought I'd mention that

[Verse 1: Onemanband]
Recording shit, they like to glory it
They got the nerve to call it... timeless music
Got too much time on my hands like a fucking clock
They say... I don't do shit
But mind your business don't blind my interests
You fell off so hard I could... make a list
Composed of all of the lies you told to your fake ass friends
Bout how you... took my bitch
I could record a verse purposely make it worse
And it'd still sound way... fucking better
Than anything in this universe
You can mark my words like a... slice of cheddar
I know those lines just made no sense
But who gives a shit cause it... fuckin rhymes
Same logic of all these mainstream rappers
That's why they make the same mistakes... every time

[Verse 2: Babuc]
I'm a spiritual lyrical miracle individual
Kinikier than Pink Guy, it's unbelievable
Not quite Daniel, but I'm back at it with them sick bars
Drop a beat so bad, it'll scream for guitars (Cuz I suck...)
Yeah
[Verse 3: KUZGUN]
I fucking hate this flow, not gonna...talk about it
Lemmer write this before Caslon start poppin at me
Fuck y'all, I'll just keep on...amassing profits
And keep on dropping...classic projects
Y'all n***as salty, like...daddy's cock, bitch
Lemme finish this verse, DADDY, STOP IT!

[Verse 4: Taylor Karras]
Do you know who the fuck I am, I'm sorta famous; dabnabit
Fuck all you people peregrinating my name, clearly I've... had it...
With all the allegations that you've spread, can I ever; clear my head...
Because the shit a person be going through, he might as well consider himself dead...
But I'm still alive, I don't know why... I don't have time to... contemplate...
But I do have time to write these rhymes, people always... underrate
I freestyle all the time but I write better rhymes, I'm going to write a... letter
But by the time it's read and by the time it's done it's been returned to me... the sender
Drink a lot of syrup, smoke a lot of weed, just to numb the pain in my... membrane
Think a lot of shit, can't stop thinking it. I think I'm going... Insane
Gotta wear a disguise because what I realize is that everybody's saying... fuck this guy
Because of made up shit, I don't believe in this... Traditional rules don't... apply

[Verse 5: Mr. Vice 2000]
Check it, I'm about to wreck it
I'm killing every second
Vice vice city
Give her that nice nice biggy
Who the fuck is challenging the vice of the best, bitch
I been wrist cookin' n***as with my necklace
I been whipping that shit like a dance move
I been catching on to kids just like my dance do
Y'all hitting the quan, I'm hitting ya mom
I'm hitting up these hoes, and she give me the bomb
Cause the pussy blow up in my face
Mr. Vice killed the beat, and blood splattered all over the place, n***a!
[Verse 6: KUZGUN]
WOO! We about to...party in here
I'm screaming like Pusha...God, I'm crazy
I'm spiritual, lyrical, individual criminal
DICK IN YOUR GIRL
DICK IN THE WORLD, SO FUCK IT!
I FUCKED YOUR GIRL AND SHIT!

[Verse 7: Onemanband]
The biggest test is present time and the best results is what you've been through
I just look at the work you put in and then multiply it all by two
Now that's two times the fluent rhymes, and in half the time you'll be old news
They say I sold my soul to ScopeY for some classic threads but where's your proof?
Drop says I'm shit tier and a WOAT user in dire need
If that's the case then explain to me those threads I made about O'Reilly
New years day dropped the biggest ether and they still have yet to come bother me
2016 is my year I'm on another level entirely

[Verse 8: LaFLamesAdvocate]
Roaming in the streets where the cats won't sleep
Floating in the chevy, and the brakepads won't heat
So im on the road to my lettuce, with some Evil speed
No,no more situations where my pulse do the speak
Where the church only peak, when the pastors feast
Only intro verse, where the drums get murked
Soon as they kicks won't punch
Im like a veteran soldier, give a fuck about your flow nor composure
Im drunk, shooting clips of the hip
"told ya that i got a damaged conscience"
Momma warned me to never interact with monsters
Put my dick in pandoras box bitch
Soul meets rap like that early Kanye
But than the fashion meets murder cap that word to 808s and Heartbreaks
So, come sit down, dine and pile a plate
In the devils den, host tonight; LaFlamesAdvocate