Metal Beard - Sean Price, Vic Spencer

Yo, dude with the metal beard

Dude here’s the metal here

Hell’s Angel, bang you

No dude, heaven’s devils here

We outshout the posse

Clappin' trey, happy days, the Ralph Malph and Potsie

Sean still smack the

Car when it starts sound like bronchial asthma

Writing like I don’t like writing

Other fish in the sea but the Pisces like whiting

The rise of the Lycan, my fighting is like Tyson

Fighting the Viking ignitin' a riot when I’m typing

Thinking you the best, you crazy

Best you rest dudes, get two test tube babies

The epic mess that’s left on steps is crazy

A weapon’s kept the sket will undress ladies

Eloqeunce suggesting

Never vote black at president elections

Vic coming through devastating damage

Hit you with the blam blam, the man hand sandwich

I stay next door to an ape

The late B.B. King, bass guitar scorching your face

I don’t poli- with that squally

I probably should teach my kids to catch bodies

Let’s have a flesh party

Big guns, bug fists, one man killa army

This is bull pen therapy

My wife’s tripping, I knew I should have married weed

The whole team is down, I’m sending henchmen

I don’t got no secrets like Brendan Benson

Allow milk to a aging goat

Crazy shit, 80s shit, selling pregnant ladies coke

I’m old s- like a 2Pac record

Circuit board to the common chores, hit the exit