Boris:
I found Viktor Vaughn the next morning, nearly frozen to d**h
Viktor Vaughn:
Party people know the name, Vik with a K
If it's all the same
If it ain't don't bother
Told the little monster, "No I ain't yo' father
It's Uncle Viktor, shut the lights I'm gettin' dizzy
And close the door, can you see ya mama busy?"
What a scoundrel
Ga**ed up the town fool to go rob the crown j**el
He's like a Lego megalomaniac
Who's into electronic and techno, a real brainiac
Smack-dab in the hip hop gold rush
V, rather the old stuff, preferably the Cold Crush
It gets deeper than Deepak Chopra
Except he keep a stack and some cheap-a** vodka
Knee-cap poppa, only when he miss the chewy center
At least he always hits who he meant to
Remember he got a short fuse and bad temper
And a plan to claim emperor by December
Member of the most player-hated race
Who made this invaded place and stated with a straight face
If I cut her off, I might miss her
And one of these days, right in the kisser
She probably get mad at me, I bet ya
It gets her nowhere like flattery
She said, "Where were you last Saturday?
And don't lie, we got your fingerprints off the battery"
Don't make me have to bling you
Or see you in the street and double team you with the emu
He told her, "When the gem paper tear off?
It'll probably tear her ear off before y'all even square off"
No good good-for-nothin'
k** her high for no frill like Good Will Huntin'
He feels out a place like bizarro
Feisty chick, comes all out her face like Charro
It's Vaughn, he's back on
And you know he don't care like Jimmy Crackcorn
Wax off, wax on
Tried to raise taxes on cracks and black p**n
Another year pa**es
Gone are the days when he used to wear gla**es
Now he wear contacts
Unfrozen caveman look over the contracts
These crews is too soft
He came to tear the roof off to get paid to goof off
They don't really wanna battle
All they gon' do is get mad and go tattle
Tell 'em a retard said it
He ripped up the We Card sign and jetted
You gotta give us three card credit
Even though at times he can be hard-headed
Yeah, the main thing
Creams by all means and harebrained schemes
The lord's performance was flawless
He rocked with a crown and a Bobby Brown cordless
The broad he was with was gorgeous
The only flaw he saw was she cause a n***a more stress
Not trying to diss her
But I used to know this sister that could put a whole fist in her
Hell, I made it mama
Grammy for the world's most celebrated rhymer
Dead the drama, scama, four G's of pizzy from Bahama
V, the lead brown man
And never count your chickens before you read SoundScan
What about mom and pops?
They might as well cooperate and wait till the bomb drop
Get more cabbage
Often time he wonder how they get so savage
V, not your average
Often time he wonder how they got so savage