M&M's go Back to the Future...re...

 

HI!

my name is,

what?

my name is...

Vince

Ignorance is damn bliss

and you know

1000 dollar jeans flow

better than any raggedy ass shit you buy in K-Mart yo

 

Vince H

What you call Hate, I call an epiphany

Vince C

You go discount stores and buy everything that you, C

I'm from stables bred from pure pedigree...

 

but i digress...

and maybe show up in your momma's dress

 

I'm spreading....the love

like your sister.

on a techno beat and 2 doves

that's cowgirl friction, that'll blister!

Yee-haaa

I said it..

Yee-haaa your Mom's a MILFer

And I'll ride that shit like The Lone Ranger on Silver.

 

I'm out of time....and rhyme

I've reached my limit.

So i reach out to my homie, OG Emmitt

 

Doc Brown says hold up Marty,

Step to the Delorean, we can still party

Back to the future, back to reality

Hit 88, we'll go back and hit up all the females in his fake ass family.

 

 

 

Rubbers? Where we're going we don't need rubbers.