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V. Vaughn, the Vaudeville Villain
Who don't give a flyin' who ain't not feelin' him
Watch ya dealin' him: Ace, king, death card
Strong-arm the wrong man, the left, god
Get money and it, that "everything you touch turn" shit
Got much to kid, light it up, burn shit
Light it up like the Dutch when the melt
Only time they see him when they him with the cash belt
Ay carumba, now my number
One dry summer, as far as I
Burnt-out, but gainin' every 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
man sick, but he wreck tracks, puto
Get back too, bro,
the director flip a script like Rob Reiner
The way a lotta dudes rhyme their should be "knob shiner"
For a buck, likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck
To Vik it's no big deal, they're a buncha knuckle-fucks
You wonder how well would hold up in a holding cell
It sorta had the strange makings of a tale in hell
"Oh well," hold tall riches
If the feds is really after them they told all the snitches
On borrowed-time rhymes, gassed by the silver
They act like their monkey-ass can heal back Wolverine
Mellow out what y'all bellow out ya yellow
What happened to the kinda spit that used to help a out?
No doubt, leave a in a body cast
And what he was doing while we was in a karate class
ass, it's really like he was a white-belt
Right before he "night-night" ask him how the light
I wouldn't take their tape if gave it free
Maybe me, baby it's V!
Throw down the key, y'all how shit be
In the naked city, is so giddy
That's no ditty, Vaughn so
The way he no prisoners and show no pity
It's how son became a big man a black boy
To names, a really big fan of Dan Akroyd
He feel need to give him his own dance
his only chance to shoot the gift like a lone glance
Or like a beef scene that leave the smokin'
Or between Hoktuo Shinken and Nanto Ken