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V. Vaughn, the Vaudeville Villain
Who don't give a flyin' fuck who not feelin' him
Watch ya dealin' him: Ace, king, death card
the wrong man, pardon the left, god
Get money and it, that "everything you touch turn" shit
Got much to learn kid, light it up, shit
Light it up the Dutch when the hash melt
Only time they see him they meet him with the cash belt
Ay carumba, now my number
One dry summer, as far as I
Burnt-out, but every edgy penny
Then he hit him straight to the like Reggie Denny
Call him back when you need more yak, Horshack
Doin' 80 the Van Wyck on horseback
Your man sick, but he wreck tracks,
Get too, bro, exactamundo
Viktor the director a script like Rob Reiner
The way a lotta dudes rhyme their name be "knob shiner"
For a buck, likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck
To Vik it's no big deal, they're just a knuckle-fucks
You wonder how would they hold up in a holding cell
It had the strange makings of a tale told in hell
"Oh well," hold tall riches
If the feds is really after they just told all the snitches
On borrowed-time rhymes, gassed by the screen
They act like monkey-ass can heal back like Wolverine
Mellow out what y'all bellow out ya mouth
What happened to the kinda spit that used to a fellow out?
No doubt, leave a rapper in a cast
And wonder what he was while we was in a karate class
Snotty ass, it's really he was a white-belt
before he "night-night" ask him how the light felt
I wouldn't take their if they gave it free
Maybe it's me, it's V!
Throw the key, y'all know how shit be
In the naked city, rappers is so
no ditty, Vaughn so witty
The way he take no prisoners and no pity
It's how son a big man from a black boy
To name names, a really big fan of Dan
He feel they to give him his own dance
This his only chance to the gift like a lone glance
Or like a beef scene that the oo-ey smokin'
Or between Hoktuo and Nanto Suichō Ken