Viktor Vaughn Album

[No lyrics]

V. Vaughn, the traveling Vaudeville Villain
Who don't give a flying fuck who ain't not feeling him
Watch what ya' dealing him: ace, king, death card
Strong-arm the wrong man, pardon the left, god
Get money and earn it, then everything you touch turn shit
Got much to learn kid, light it up burn shit
Light it up like the Dutch when the hash melt
Only time they see him is when they need him with the cash belt
Ay carumba, now that's my number
One dry summer, as far as I remember
Burnt out, but gaining every edgy penny
Then he hit him straight to the head like Reggie Denny
Call him back when you need some more 'gnac, horse-yak
Doing 80 down the Van Wyck on horseback
Ya' man sick but he wreck tracks, puto
Get back too bro', exactamundo
Viktor the director flip a script like Rob Reiner
The way a lotta dudes rhyme their name should be "knob shiner"
For a buck, they'd likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck
To Vik it's no big deal, they're just a buncha knuckle-fucks
You wonder how well would they hold up in a holding cell
It sorta had the strange makings of a tale told in hell
Like "Oh well," hold tall riches
If the Feds is really after him they'll just tell all the snitches
On borrowed-time rhymes, gassed by the silver screen
They cat like their monkey ass can heal back like Wolverine
Mellow out what y'all bellow out ya' yellow mouth
What happened to the kinda spit that used to help a fellow out?
No doubt, leave a rapper in a body cast
And wonder what he was doing while we was in a karate class
Snotty ass, it's really like he was a white-belt
Right before he "night-night" ask him how the light felt
I wouldn't take their tape if they gave it free
Maybe it's me, maybe it's V!
Throw down the key, y'all know how shit be
In the naked city, rappers is so giddy
That's no ditty, Vaughn so witty
The way he take no prisoners and show no pity
It's how son became a big man from a Black boy
To name names, a really big fan of Dan Akroyd
He feel they need to give him his own dance
This his only chance to shoot the gift like a lone glance
Or like a beef scene that leave the oo-ey smoking
Or between Hoktuo Shinken and Nanto Koukakuken

Confirmation of your worse fears
Ever since his first years had a thirst for beers
Back from the future, it'll make you more sober-er
And brought back a long list of fakers who crossed over
I'm like, fuck it, bubble-baller
Catch ‘em up at Bob's show, stall him with a troubled caller
Bastard, who could make G's faster
Than a newly re-mastered while being truly plastered
There's four sides to every story
If these walls could talk, they'd probably still ignore me
Contemplate war over a cup of warm coffee
It's really getting gory, tell your problem to Maury
Don't bore V with the "glory, hallelu-ey"
Crews be like, foo-ey he's just a buncha hoo-ey
I knew he had new G, who he? Viktor Vaughn
He had a new sicker song, I think he call it "Lickupon"

Umm but uh, he study rhymes and patter-ins
Climb so steep sometimes the beat don't be mattering
Sounded like a half-dead from (???Scurvy band rock???)
A programmed, computer bio-grafted Herbie Hancock
Maybe next life he'll try harder
Died a martyr at the hands of the fire-starter
More scripts ripped available for via barter
Transport a stack to the lab via charter
On the microphone he came to daze and amaze ya'
What a guy, practice banging flies with razors
And watch out for the robot, he got eyes with lasers
Tell ‘em when they come with more topics besides blazers
Enough with the guns already, they're all toys and lames
The joy's in the aim, he asked him, how's ya' poison game?
Do you bust your crossbow? Also, more so
Accurate body blows to torso, thought so
These flows you won't find in no "how-to"
If the blacksmith doubt you, he smack the shit out you
Make nothing gone, let nothing twitch
Just don't be near the mic when the on-button switch
V bring the beef like a trucker to Fuddrucker
Delivery to all y'all motherfuckers and bloodsucker
Coping more pleas than when a rap nigga bicker on
And that's my word is bond, I think he call it "Lickupon"

Umm, he wrote this one with a fever sick in bed
With his dickhead inside a chickenhead
No, a dead chicken's head, he said it help his nausea
If he lost ya', wait ‘til he tell you about the flying saucer
Dag, the kickback'll leave your wig ragged
For a big bag of good grizzle and some Zig-Zag
Survival, keep a rival in denial
And bust what he got just for coming out his pie-hole
Die calmer than a suicide-bomber
V just the type to do a hoo-ride with momma
Said to James Bond, my name is Viktor, Viktor Vaughn
Told the chick the quickest way to get on, lickupon

if I'm not workin or puttin work in
I'm either wheelin and dealin
or probably jerkin my (censored)
yep listenin to nothin, takin no suggestions
all destructive criticisms, that can't improve on perfection
rock a crowd in sections on a good night.. the hoes fight
always get the dough first then everything else goes right
at least that's what they say and who the fuck is they?
make a hick say "what the hey?" brought that chick from sick bay
Henson he shoulda asked his upperclassmen
before he bust blast and never trust no Kardassian
captains log supplemental
the Klingons are now aboard the enterprise rental vessal
on my cue photon torpedo
oh and if I'm not on the block with Jorgito
and so on for the street though
smoke a pound of leak though
I'm jokin on the fact that hiphop has gone freak show
don't let the drama getcha
in the only genre of music where the fans shoot the messenger
bitch niggaz talk behind ya back like a catcher
either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O stretcher
in that order, man, woman ,son, daughter
the beat sound like the underwater, make it from the slaughter
even if you hear some wack shit you never give a chance
some shit sound like all you could do on fit is riverdance
it's not a hobby, don't be sloppy
doin deals with these labels is likened to a botched robbery
nobody supposed to get bodied...golly
this shit is like a folly bout to cold flip probably
it's not me he got a ill spills knot in brooknon
where even though kids kill they still chill and look calm
while workin' on new developments for the book bomb
in one bad experiment it blew and took a hooker arm (arm and leg)
BOW! look mom.. no hand
studied black magic for years out in no man's land
it's like a barbecue all swine cookout
to fuck up they plans like a blind man look out
cram to overstand it, peep it and absorb it
the same way he keep all the planets in they proper orbit
Norbert y'all better off goin corporate
nobody wanna hear that bullshit it's too morbid
it's no prints he hold the mic with a mic glove
and rolls dolo from state to state like Ike Love
like on top of the world loser keep it gully
rap creeps seem they got too much juice in they belly
it's why they brung V he still hungry
and spit something thick on the mic like a lungie
mind ya daughter she on line for the water
to get lucky like when she found a quater kinda sorta
remember me God, clean timbs with emery board?
he only came to save the game like a memory card
ooh shrewd, alot of crews is too rude
and it's way too many let's not and say we do dudes
he said 24-7 I be on call
he use his vacation days to watch Babylon fall
numbskulls.. get ta steppin they dumb dull
and how he rep the mic is like the weapon from Krull
cats be like what's wrong with your man black?
biohazard suit and bandgrap for the anthrax
jeez and can't get no peace
form blazin sword for the police robeast
Cochise, write a rhyme like a book report
and sell it to a rookie you could tell by the hook he bought
you ain't know he sell hooks and choruses?
they couldn't bang slang if they looked in thesauruses
it's like a friendly game of dodge ball
oddball gaurd y'all, he played the garage wall
with the Stan Smith's checkerboard lace
and the brand new INF they ain't check the broad waist
you saw his face? so who next to get they neck chopped
or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop
it's too much wreck hops
who next to get they neck chopped
or popped like a Beck's top, respect the drop
woopdie-do flows do fifty like a hooptie do
groupie crews try to figure out from what coop he flew
they outta place, beats sounds like outer space
with no time to waste he was audi.. without a trace

Somewhere's out in cop killin Queens
The bo deans stop limousines and niggaz flee the scene
Somebody on his back bleeding vest all cracked up
Freeze clown officer down request back up
Listen dude don't get me misconstrued as a sniper
It's V Vaughn not to be confused with V la viper
Or either peter parker
Or either peter piper
A seed the type to pee the diaper blame it on the wiper
It's really not your concern why I got the knife sir
You suggest remain calm let not get "No"
Slash his windpipe he had them type of eyes
He might be still alive
How you get this thing to hyper drive
Oh
Give my props to the shooter
Prices at a all time low in the future
Something like fourteen they must be on horse pills
O T and zero three to re up on force fields
At that cost deal he plotted the coordinance
Two thousand three rental tie upper west side more or less
This thing be buggin like a celly frontin
Now who the hell is honey wit the slug in her belly stuntin
You ain't have to tell V nothing
Trust him
It really ain't no time for discussion
He'll be back in ninty three press of a button and they busted in
His first impulse was to smack the dirt
All four wore plain clothes and lumberjack shirt
Recognize one face from school six degrees ago
He'd snuff him in his braces just to switch the station to BGO
He kept a punch line every lunch break lunch time
And this is no time to pump fake it's crunch time
The same split second they let off the toast
That's when he hit the speed dial and sped off ghost
I know those cats don't like V
And if they took my head off they'd get off most likely
And probably thought the time gizmo was my wallet
And hit the hills forty more times on some foul shit
Pick a crime he was out in the nick of time
To get paid another day and live to kick a sicker rhyme
For illa it's like miller malt liquor time
Up town finery were it's probably not best to flaunt
Everyone's your best friend V steps into the restaurant
My friend he said you must be psychic
What's the price of fourteen
It's real you like it
Huh, be back at night the fourteen G pack was really packed tight
But back at the lab he found that the sleaze stack was right
Not only was it three cracks light between white
The test show lactose, ambisol
lecithin five types of aspirin and other kinds of medicines
Next time I'll bring my men who speak Mexican
And let the tech's spin
Make 'em contact the next of kin
The whole thing is mostly lactose
lecithin and some type of aspirin, ambisol medicine
Damn
Lets go get 'em men

Yo
I'm only rhyming where the drums is at
Y'all niggaz think y'all slick wit that bullshit bump that
Y'all pay V for flowing to the beat
Not for what he know that got hoe's hoeing in the streets
That's for him to know
And for they to never find out
About the kidnap, blind fold, and the blind mouse
The coroner report say he simply signed out oh
And I know
Y'all wanna see a wino bring the wine out
Cat wit a dead mouse is how he catch the phrase and pause plays wit it
Kill it
And eat off it for days kid it
Who ever ain't get it ain't supposed to
For standing still close to
Bandits will ghost you
No shoot Sherlock
I don't know how they do on your block
Out here we rock on to the sure shot
Shit still ain't stop keep it on till your peeps is gone
We be on the creep no matter what you keep it on
CD whop

Peep
Catch the beat to ridiculously
People think he study levitations true mystery
How to power an envious scallon till he got him for his sweet 16
He said Ed be wilding
Rumor has it things got violent
He clobbered him and broke the fuck out
But he ain't try to rob him
I told her don't tell your man that's the trouble with these chicks
Next experiment
Twelve strands from double helix
No
I haven't seen Kess Felix
Oh yeah
You stay away from her with those lyrics
Please
Aint nobody fucking after her
I'm out of here as soon as I fix the flux capacitor
N O N and speak to V in a proper manner
before he stabs ya and put out all type of proper gander
Stop the slander
Chop the hand of a thief
And cut the mouth off of who ever comes out they teeth

V sell time to an inmate
And then tell him a rhyme for the hell of it to demonstrate
They know who's the renown beat critic
Do a street lyric like that's a neat trick
Off on a tangent
He ain't got a cent
Supposed to go to management and spent it getting bent
Sparky
I had enough of your malarkey
For one don't mark me and who you calling darky
Agitate in the dark

[No lyrics]

I can understand it
V, the beat bandit
who bring heat from the mic
unhanded, who ever go after
burn their hands and lips, a lot of rappers
ran and abandon their whips
it's just another day in the Dunia
don't leave your girl around V he might swoon her
up and under the window, serenade like Hakuna
stay ahead of the game and cut her off soon or
ever later, use her to carbonate her
scoop her in the butter, soft of a spoon roof navigator
or the land or the lex or the benz
a hundred and sixteenth by the hour of the africans
but they won't let you push him
one tried to get fly, almost had to mush him
If I wanted to wobble, I would've warned ass
hit him with the phone, took the dough and tore ass
want not, waste not, front not
they didn't see him dippin to the fiftycent blunt spot
V walk the town with space boots
space suits, fucked up cut, but they
still say his face's cute
to all the streets, what you staring at?
the sewer cat opened up and said: WHY YOU WEARING THAT?
He said :ow you wanna snap
pissface, the way you in everybody's buziness is a disgrace
at the park gate : halt who goes there
it's V the mc, who's nasty as nosehair
you may go he said : you should've been say so
dripped him in cash, argentini and peso's
there you go, my good man
buy something nice for the seed
and please keep it moving twice the speed
consider this your fair warning
or else i'll bring it to you express like airborne

Vaughn, drop a turd on the beat
and shoutout that little bird for the word on the street
he write VIK in a sick, demented handstyle
and go bombin with a chick, who rips a rental van
while all he say : is you nuts
he really had enough of poon puts and crewcuts
soupçonne, and I got a coupon
chinese restaurant, asking for the great poopon
he said no, dont soy soysauce(??) and this ain't no burgerking
so you get no toy boss, ow ow
it's mirror o'clock, I think i'm sober
how about we think this over, over a can of king cobra
you ain't nicer than a loonatic shiesta
aka the vicster, or the vic miceter
he wanted ;should he get a baldie
or keep his edge up, v-shaped like by my waldy
but that is the question, he wonders why he always
wearing hats in the sessions
listen up, new drink
named it after Chong's daughter
triple shot of yak, with the chaser of bong water
com'on bring the slaughter
triple shot of yak, with the chaser of bong water

[Viktor Vaughn]
Mmm.. My cousin's friend's friend wanna meet me
Saw V on TV, said she needed a sweety
Heard he was the type to do her name in graffiti
Greet her with a kiss *kiss*
Straight gentlemen need steelie, a G
Whatever is meant to be is meant to be
She can slip a smile that make a nigga flip wild
Herand bold name chain, diamond chip script style
With the matching bracelet, sweats with the K-Swiss
Athletic chick who run track
Hey miss, pleasure's all mine
Please call me Vik

[Nikki]
Okay, I did a full inspection
Head to toe we rocked black denim
Flashed the grin, sweetest sin
Said to him: "Hey, my name is Nikki
You twenty minutes late and almost missed me"
Turned off my CD, I was bumpin' vintage Biggie
Said: "I love the way you smile, but your eyes look tricky
"Yo I gotta be home by eight thirty or my moms'll kill me
She spazzes out when I'm late, plus she says that I'm too young to date
So overprotective, I wish she'd take a sedative and shit
Yea, but that's whatever
What's your perspective, tell me more about you Vik

[Viktor Vaughn]
It's love at first sight, that's the proof
He wasn't out right to thirst, but in truth
Fresh as a mayflower, face like power
He had the green light, she asked him: "What's the plan tonight?"
Flavor of the night, Sam Sara from Fahrenheit

[Nikki]
He talked, I listened, he listened I spoke
We walked arm-in-arm and split a cherrycoke
Spit religion and politics, Sega and chess
Roots of culture, hip-hop, skunk and sess
I caught him sneakin' peeks at my breasts
While frontin', name droppin' connects

[Viktor Vaughn]
First started out like she was just Vaughn's friend
Used to act grown for pretend, whispering
Speaking on the phone, for hours on end
On a bone from just listening and then:
"Call me back my mother home", spoke to tone, again
Call back and do the same thing tomorrow
If something don't give, I'll be forced to ignore her
Gettin' on my last nerves, forget it
All this talk and shit and V ain't even hit it yet
It's uncharacteristic of the Vik

[Nikki]
Hickies on my neck, the whole last night, I couldn't sleep
Practice the words I used to greet you, the next time we meet
Think of you and feel heat, that make my cheeks blush
Close my eyes and feel your touch, get chills when you slip me tongue
Picture me with you, could my fantasies of teen love come true?
Got me wondering, how far I'll go to prove my moms and everybody wrong
I miss you every time I hear a love song and whenever you're gone
Until I see you, then I feel short of breath
I think maybe I'm ready... to take the next step.. yes

[Viktor Vaughn]
I got your cab fare, dinner and a movie
Bring a change of clothes, just in case it's all groovy
Watch when I see you, I miss you a lot, yo
How about a nightcap, maybe a bottle of Mo
So V can bite your titties like a baby toddler, ho

[Nikki]
Oh no you didn't! You called me a what? Don't make me wig out
How you gonna last some shit like that slip out your mouth (nah, I was just)
If I was there, I'd smack you in your smirk (ooh), for acting like a jerk
Thought you was cool, but now I doubt the shit is gonna work
I'm not hurt, I'm pissed off, piss off, fuck this shit

[Viktor Vaughn]
I know I play too much
Hey on the way, could you please pick up two Dutch
Ok peace, see you when you touch
I wondered if she ever had a coodycat eight-eight
Vaughn can't wait to long-stroke it on the late-late

[Nikki]
Wait, first let's get this shit straight-straight
Don't call me out my name, I'm not the one to get played-played
Out... niggaz, go figure 'em out, they're all the same-same
With a lame-lame story, like my ex-man Mike
Got my best friend pregnant and he's still tryin' to call me
Well fuck Mike and fuck Vik too
I wound up on Prozac from all the shit he put me through
Only been off my prescription three weeks
And you got me flippin, rippin' my hair out
Never thought you'd treat me like a pigeon
I'm out, it's over, I'm gone
So long.

[Nikki & Vik]
I'd rather masturbate, than fuck with Vik Vaughn
I'd rather masturbate, than fuck with Vik Vaughn (let me watch!)
I'd rather masturbate, than fuck with Vik Vaughn
(Still... so...so...so what time you gonna be here?)
(Aight? You know I'm gonna be waitin', just holla and ring the buzzer.3.)

Great balls of fire
Guess who just crawled out the mud the mire
That could make you trust a motherfuckin liar

A real shuck n' jiver
Vaughn never been a duck n' diver
He spit on the mic, yuck, saliva

Hold it like a drunk driver hold a CB on a sharp turn
Still clutchin' his chest from the heartburn
What's your handle? I need a Zantac, ock
and thanks before I blank into anyphylactic shock

Rock the disco
Chocolate on a crisco ho ?
Cock diesel
And still tell a joke like Joe Piscipo
Tell em the basics
Basically, break the Matrix
And just for kicks, make em gel like Asics

That's why they actin standoffish
? by hand like canned raw crawfish
Can you please pass the cocktail sauce?
You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss

Tell my horse
He said broads call me Vaughny
I make sure I throws em back if they's too scrawny
Or boney, phoney MCs use a stand-in
Leave him hangin like if I ain't know where his hands been

Hussy, how bout we bloody up your ?
Bust a knee
Then go feeling studdy, or plus degree ?
True victory, a new sick story
I never met a chick that was too thick for me

Holy moses, my old earth know me closest
On how I played it back and stayed bent like scoliosis
It's no puzzle
You can ask Doc Zizmor
The slow guzzle got your nizzle crooked like big jaw

Drink like a fishy, she wish she was a Pisces
Live since back in 25 cents Icees
Used to turn your tongue the color red
Now they want to fill ya full of lead
What the fuck that young fella said?

What kid?

It's Vaughn the red blooded
Do yourself a favor or come on, get head butted
Dope him if he run
I'll be there in a jiffy son
With the flame suppressor like off the 151

Quit your bitchin, or get *BLAUW* in your babble-box
Punished with the dry sticks ? and now eat the scrabble box ?
You'll be aight once it pass through your yellow belly
Only thing he said was can you please pass the jelly

Homo say what? Like a promo play the cut
On the late night, before you touch the mic, get your weight right
A lot of crews like to act like a violent mob
They really need to just shut the fuck up like Silent Bob

Either that or get smoked like hickory
Should squash the beef and go wash their teeth quickly
Know the stee ?, write a rhyme like a mystery
And sign it on the bottom in calligraphy, "Your nigga, V"

he used to get straight A's
nowadays get way payed is the pet phrase
set the stage, preferably night time
daylight reserved for research and writin' rhymes
things is harder than the tarnish on the garnish
and his gold seems to ?, gosh darn-it we, we hold heat
goin' all out to the fullest, all dipped
chrome four-fiddith, no bullets no clip
black electric tape over the hole in the handle
if you hold it right and hit 'em with it they can't tell
but still, you gotta be careful
dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earfull
v personally favors, "please dont kill me"
empty out your pockets and I probably wont willy
but if you don't hurry up and shut up, I'll kill ya
so lay down and count to a hundred loud will ya?
when the nickle gleam like its greased up
thugs turn to icicles, hard rocks freeze up
this could all be a distraction just to buy time to blast you
so keep something to cut in case you has to
if he was on the island he'd probably rob a millionaire
and be known for wilin' out like Bob Dylan here
these clever war tips
you wont get from cats who never wore skips
now lets get down to brass tacks
follow procedure and count stacks like nasdaq
dont be caught snoozin
in the early morning hours from a long night of boozing
stick 'em up chump, you know what this is
do the right thing you might live to see your kids
all he said was "c'mon don't shoot!"
so shook I think he shit his sean jean suit
why you starin'? run your chain like an errand
and your girls earrings, and what you wearin'
survival tactics for when things get too gritty
he feels its his duty to the people of the city
just so long as nobody get hurt
it keep your average citizen on point and alert
and don't forget to check her d-cup
now I bust how he got this duck for his re-up
then he's back on the bricks, smokin indo'
never let a handy fiend fix your broken window
oh, who wanna hate the witty lurker
who follow y'all on the late, dressed like a city worker
ok miss, come up off that bracelet
just got your hair did don't make me waste it
so, go to hades get the devil for his stash
but no old ladies unless you're sure they carry mad cash
like the one from the liquor store
he watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score
before he told her whore get on the floor
she pulled out and let off like quick draw mcgraw
damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo
he would've let her have it, if he had the ammo
its all in good fun, true
moral of the story son duke
senior citizens'll bust their guns too

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

It last longer if take a picture
It Viktor the slickster
I pick her
Sips Schlitz malt liquor
Still up in the mixture like a fixture
Y'all seen the sticker with the sick fillin
Vik sta
He stacks chips by any rich way
And keep black lips fuck what any bitch say
It ain't no time for no tip or tatt
Y'all better aim for the head
Just don't hit the fitted hat
Wondered since time ago it's just time to go
As for right now though
The hour show rhyme flow
He got more of those and lines for dime hoes
And act fancy
Wit more clothes than Delaney
Don't let him house you out on Houston
Or catch you downtown on Broadway browsing
Whoever got the most bags get followed
Give it up or get you in the old hag hollow
Smash
It Viktor the slicksta

It's like limbo
how low can you go
Vee go lower than your bimbo panty hose
Damn yo
I say that's pretty damn low
In the city streets with more ammo than Rambo
Hambo
Y'all don't want Vee in it
Make the coolest cat piss his Coogi in a minute
When he blow and get ballin at the top slot
Twenty G's a head for whoever's calling cop shot
Kack, kack, kack, kack, kack
Popsnot

Tender headed
Get they wig split wit folk sheen
V manufacture gun cleaning kits for poe dean
Party people ask him how you so mean and still quiet could it be the codine in your diet
I'm like what I look like a doctor
Let the pork stop I got the clear meat the vodka
Cork tops step up to hustle like the new guy
Gun busting and drugs the penalties to high
Make you wonder who they speak for it's only one side benefiting off the street war
And he skeet galore just to make ya badder
Many gone stab they own man up like Jacob ladder
I still worry when I'm out on the hop hot
Realer ill flurry that might pop ya knot
I feel that Bill Murray get more run then the whop got
Shop for a yacht
Klackup
Popsnot

Study your history -
Whoever don't? I pity-the-fool like Mr. T
Knowledge this degree, it ain't no mystery
"What you gon' do" or "what you know" is what is to see
And that's more than meets the eyeball
Now who wants to buy a brand new tsetse fly call?
Alright y'all (zooom), the speed was break-neck
Faster than the hi-speed, dual cassette tape deck
(How far?) The distance was light-speed
He went to see a buddy who said he had some white weed
In case it might need, it didn't mean much
For in his lean clutch was the elusive green Dutch

Who that? Kinga, Vaughn's younger brother
A real live swinger who rock Louis Vuitton pleather
And he walk around like he think he king
Even made the hood-rats stop to kiss his pinky ring
Like a soup sandwich on a hand dish
Some say his language is way too outlandish
He did his thing, spoke in a jig slang
And translate Einstein's theory of the Big Bang
He told his boo: "Boo, I put a spell on you
Stay with me, whether we broke or we well-to-do
If it don't work, the hell with ‘cha
May the doorknob hit ‘cha where the poor slob bit ‘cha"

What you thought ya' darn skeezer?
The G of a mack and the steez of a geezer
True man of leisure, she must've caught amnesia
Paid off the 8th grade fade or a Caesar
He was known for his thick skin
Part Zimbabwean and part Trini mixed in
Big shot, sold a guy a pound of pig snot
Said it was proven to remove stains and ink spots
Kinky flow, dripped down her leg to her pinky toe
Jiggy hoe, who don't know as much as she think she know
One week she stepped to him like a Slinky, yo'
Wig like a mink skin, soft like Twinkie dough
Then she kissed the queen, and told her she need Listerine
Twist the green, it's laced with antihistamine
Enough to make you make your face like Mr. Bean
V hit the scene like: "Fuck it, give me a Mr. Clean"

Shit, tired of all this ...
It's too hot out here, to be having all this shit, man
Shit, take it off ...
Take it all off, boss ...
No matter what the cost

Party people know the name, Vik with a "k"
if its all the same, if it ain't dont bother
told the little monster, "No I ain't yo' father
it's Uncle Viktor, shut the lights I'm gettin' dizzy
and close the door, can you see ya momma busy?"
What a scoundrel!
gassed up the town fool to go rob the crown jewel
he's like a lego megalomaniac
who's into electronic and techno, a real brainiac
smack-dab in the hip hop gold rush
V, rather the old stuff
preferably the Cold Crush
it gets deeper than Deepak Chopra
except he keep a stack and some cheap ass vodka
knee-cap poppa, only when he miss the chewy center
at least he always hits who he meant ta
remember he got a short fuse and bad temper
and a plan to claim emperor by December
member of the most player-hated race
who made this invaded place and stated with a straight face
if I cut her off I might miss her
and one of these days, right in the kisser
she probably get mad at me, I bet ya
it gets her nowhere like flattery
she said, "Where were you last Saturday?
and don't lie, we got your fingerprints off the battery"
don't make me have to bling you
or see you in the street and doubleteam you with the emu
he told her, "When the ?gem paper tear off?
it'll probably tear her ear off before y'all even square off"
no good good-for-nothin
kill her high for no frill like 'Good Will Huntin'
he feels out a place like bizarro
fiesty chick, comes all out her face like Charro
it's Vaughn, he's back on
and you know he don't care like Jimmy Crackcorn
wax off, wax on
tried to raise taxes on cracks and black porn
another year passes
gone are the days when he used to wear glasses
now he wear contacts, unfrozen caveman look over the contracts
these crews is too soft
he came to tear the roof off to get paid to goof off
they don't really wanna battle
all they gon' do is get mad and go tattle
tell 'em a retard said it
he ripped up the weak heart, sighed and jetted
you gotta give us three card credit
even though at times he can be hard-headed
yeah, the main thing, creams by all means and harebrained schemes
the lord's performance was flawless
he rocked with a crown and a Bobby Brown cordless
the broad he was with was gorgeous
the only flaw he saw was she cause a nigga more stress
not trying to diss her
but I used to know this sister that could put a whole fist in her
Hell, I made it momma
grammy for the world's most celebrated rhymer
dead the drama, ?scama?, 4 G's of pizzy from Bahama
V, the lead brown man
and never count your chickens before you read SoundScan
what about mom and pops?
they might as well cooperate and wait 'til the bomb drop
get more cabbage, often time he wonder how they get so savage
V, not your average, often time he wonder how they got so savage

A modern day marvel but terrible, better horrible
When he grab the mic, son he crushed up all his metacarpals
He said he ain't mean it, totally by accident
After the show, he didn't follow where y'all taxi went
Will this be available on wax? Ask Max Mill
They on the opposition to his ass wack tax bill
But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant
And super like 1-A, have a fun stay
One day, he plan to put in a runway
With enough land for his own projects and gun play
Section 8 penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway
Alotta y'all assed out like gay runaways
It's how they say "semi-risque"
All day everyday, give out Emmy's the quick way
Have the average mc say, "Gimme a sick day!"
They really ain't got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh
Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch
In school, he kept a doo rag in his bag lunch
Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit and spit

He ripped this skit in sanscript
If the pants fit, sport 'em but rock 'em low
Your man like Rollo on the slow, can't knock it though
It's like the same hustle bro, two knuckles glow
Tucked in Le Tigre, just let the name buckle show

Good googly moogly, see that loogie?
Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley
You don't watch her, he might Houser like Doogie
Just to cut her loosie like *swoosh* Mitsurugi
Gooey gum drops, who he got his style from?

His pops, you gotta give the bum some props
Ask ya sister, her beat box is more thicker
Doom, that nigga detox with malt liquor

Villain for hire, admire the sound
Make sure The Price Is Right before he come on down!
Rappers be on some, "You you you!"

Forgot who they talking too, too much pork stew
They need to not come out with nothing new
Blew the whole shit up on some, "What this button do?"
Doom cheat the game like walk-thru
Run 'em, son 'em like Mr. Rourke do Tattoo
The way alotta clowns get down is unnatural
This flow flip like oranges, apples
Rhymes like limes to a Lemonade Snapple
Leave her at the chapel, don't eat Scrapple
First thing they notice when they come to is they bling is gone
Then they start remembering the Klingon with the rings on
In came the Villain with their own gear like, "Hi, there"
Y'all play the rear, this whole year MY year
Metal face beard like Brillo pad
Y'all know his steelo so don't feel so bad
Seed call him, "Ol' dad," the one the ol' hoe had
Knew he was a winner since a swimmer in the gonads
Okay pal, pay him like Paypal
So we could be A-OK not OK Corral
I think today I'll make the ladies say, "Ow"
And maybe fuck around take a bow, now

Who made his first mill and still carry razor blades
Used to be straight A's and still made the grade
Retarded ass, how he get cash so fast
Year after last, left back in the retarded class
Shoulda went to Boces
Watch him all closely, who he think he supposed to be
Villain who always win, at least he stay consistent
Find out where that bitch went, get a room pitch a tent

Yo yo, Max, yo change the beat yo
You got another one ... nah yo