[MF Doom/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 sickenin
Now get retarded like mad cow kickin in
Yik! Chris wasn`t trickin
On what`s 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 that`s Vik, brings slaughter to your section
Have ya lost 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
[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
Start jockin, get your autograph I`m missing
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 don`t 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, the brain or what
Defecate on your apartment on Poinsettia
(Scratching`n`cutting until fade)