Correction Lyrics Gone Fishing, Pt. 1 by Vic Spencer

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Uh
I done irradiated the creatures and left everything beneath us
I was a**a**inated by Nazis
But I resurrected, came back with heavy weapons
And it left a better message
Got a ma**age when I got back to the crib
Wifey didn’t know that I fractured a rib (Ouch)
Told her I was going fishing with the guys
And she thought I was tripping until she saw fishing rods in the kitchen
(That’s right baby)
The bait was dead rappers, chopped up
Another n***a did it, I just mopped up
I’m good with cleaning like a disinfectant
I don’t f**k with intestines
Fully loaded clips is a blessing (Yeah)
Thank God I didn’t have to kill a n***a
I don’t want not trouble, I’m just being real with n***as
So everybody still sleeping, I snuck in the house
Came home with fishing rod slumped on the couch
My brother wrestled with the alligators he is the best out
Brother got a new crib, interior was reptile
Even the outside was stupid
Had a big a** truck the same color as mucous
I started feeling sick so I rushed to the crib, changed clothes
Ran back out, my n***a parked in a Range Rove
He telling me sh*t changed since yesterday
He got a hotel room and stayed an extra day (Word)
It was a drought on bae
Nothing left, it was the n***as eating trout by the lake
No crab leg, n***as was tired of eating the snake
The whole time all of this increasing my brother’s estate
Went to the crib so we could celebrate
N***a answered the door, steel grained .38
Got a n***a frying in the kitchen, there were shooting at one another
So now n***as wanna meet about killing my brother
What
Imma get these n***as
(Naw I got ‘em bro)
Always got the special sauce for these mother f**kers
(Naw keep your sauce)
Imma kill these n***as I got it
(Aight)

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