Doper Skiller

[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)