[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 Kradow! Sad how sickenin Now get retarded like mad cow kickin in Yik! Chris wasnt trickin And whats in the stew if the flu was in the chicken? We all got our vices Some got the gall, ta call the shots off the dices And thats Vik, brings slaughter to your section Have yall emcees get a order of protection His name rings bell said Jake He sings well, even with his king hell headache Hit em with a 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] Theres a lot of Ill 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 comin this way Must be cross eyed and dizzy You dont listen enough, see me pissin enough Leave ya 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 Scratchingncutting until fade
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