A Dead Mouse

[Intro: Sample + Viktor Vaughn] "Even then I had the uneasy feeling it wasn't young Viktor Vaughn who would need my protection" Motherfuckers, that's why I ain't playin' with their ass, that's what's gon' happen to them niggas Motherfuckers done fucked up, man Ain't it some shit like that? [Verse 1] Yo, I'm only rhyming where the drums is at Y'all niggas think y'all slick with that bullshit—bump that Y'all pay V for flowing to the beat Not for what he know that got hoes hoeing in the streets That's for him to know and for they to never find out About the kidnap, blindfold 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 with a dead mouse is how he catch a phrase, and pause plays with it Kill it, and eat off it for days, get it Whoever 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 'til your peeps is gone V be on the creep, no matter what you keep it on CD, debahh—oh— [Interlude] Aw—Y'all motherfuckers Playin' Motherfu— [Verse 2] V, he catch the beat too ridiculously People think he study levitation's true mystery Had a pal named Ed Leedskalnin until he got him for his Sweet Sixteen He said Ed be Wilin' 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 Kes, Neelix "Oh, yeah? Just you stay away from her with those lyrics." Please—ain't nobody fuckin' after her I'm out of here as soon as I fix the flux capacitor And oh, and speak to V in a proper manner Before he stabs you and put out all types of propaganda Stop the slander, chop the hand of a thief And cut the mouth off of whoever come out their 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 And do a street lyric like, "That's a neat trick!" Off on a tangent, they ain't got a cent Supposed to went to management, and spent it getting bent Sparky, I had enough of your malarkey For one, don't mark me and who you calling Darkie? [Outro] I had to take the nigga car key! Go!