[Verse 1: Viktor Vaughn]
People came from miles around to hear Vik rock it
He learned a few new styles since a two year old pick pocket
Kra-dow! Sad how sickening
Now get retarded like mad cow kickin in
Yik! Chris wasn't trickin'
And what's in the stew if the flu was in the chicken?
We all got our vices
Some got the gall to call the shots off the dices
And that's Vik, brings slaughter to your section
Have y'all emcee get a order of protection
His name rings bell said Jake
He sings well, even with his king hell headache
Hit 'em with an anvil, a trigger, a scandal
If not just to get free press off the Nigga Channel
He only plays for high prices
And rates his hourly rate based on how nice he is
[Verse 2: Kool Keith]
There's a lot of "I'll murder you" raps
With lame ass guys out of nowhere, corny asses, I never heard of you cats
Guys like you mess up a lot of tracks
Ask your neighborhood about me, why you rappin' act tough and grizzly
Urinate on your jacket and leave you pissy
Star jockers, get your autograph book messy
Defecate on your best line, spit three verses in the cup and get busy
A wack ass coming this way must be cross eyed and dizzy
You don't listen enough, see me pissing enough
Leave you yellow spots around your bed area, defecate around your head area
Precise when I meet that ass and greet that ass
La Brea and what, defecate on your apartment on Poinsettia
(Scratching'n'cutting until fade)
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