MF DOOM - Hold on Vaughn lyrics

[Verse 1 - MF DOOM] I could understand it V the beat bandit who bring heat for the mic Unhand it! Whoever go after burn they hands and lips A lot of rappers ran and abandoned they whips It's just another day in the Dunya Don't leave your girl around V he might swoon her Up under the window serenade her like a crooner Stay ahead of the game and cut her off sooner rather later Use her to gather data Scoop her in the bu*ter soft moon roof Navigator Or the Land or the Lex or the Benz 116th by the hour from the Africans But they won't let you push 'em One tried to get fly I almost had to mush him If I wanted to rob him I would have wore a mask Hit him with the four, took the dough and tore a** Want not, waste not, front not They didn't see him dip into the 50 cent blunt spot V walked the town with space boots, space suits f**ed up cut but she still say his face cute Told the streets "What you staring at?" The sewer cap opened up and said "Why you wearing that?" He said "Oh you wanna snap, piss-face? The way you be in everybody business is a disgrace!" At the park gates "Hark who goes there?" "It's V, the MC who's nasty as nose hair" "You may go" He said "You should have been say so!" Tipped him in cash, an Argentinian Peso "There you go my good man, buy something nice for the seed" And please keep it moving twice the speed Consider that your fair warn Or else I'll bring it to ya express like airborne" [Sade/ Hook] Always hope that you remember (Come on bring the slaughter) [MF DOOM] What we have is strong and tender In the middle of the madness Hold on [Verse 2 - MF DOOM] Vaughn, drop a turd on the beat And shout out that little bird from the Word on the Street He write "VIK" in a sick demented handstyle And go bombing with a chick who whipped the rented van while All he say is "You nuts" He really had enough of poo putts and crew cuts Soup's on! And I got a coupon Chinese restaurant asking for the grey poupon He said "No! Duck sauce, soy sauce! And this ain't no Burger King so you don't get no toy, boss" Oh-oh it's beer o'clock I think I'm sober "How 'bout we think this over over a can of King Cobra" (ok) You ain't nicer than the lunatic sheister AKA the Vikster, or the Vikmeister He wonders should he get a baldie Or keep his edge up, V-shaped like Mamuwalde That is the question They wonder why he always wear hats in the sessions (Listen up) New drink, named it after Chong daughter Triple shot of 'gnac with a chaser of bong water V a strong supporter Triple shot of 'gnac with a chaser of bong water (I dare ya) C'mon bring the slaughter