Viktor Vaughn - Change The Beat lyrics

And so Viktor Vaughn hid from the world (A fascinating story but it changes nothing) Nah man, Timmy's got the beat That's aight, cool That sh** is dope, right there A modern day marvel but terrible, better horrible When he grab the mic, son he crushed up all his metacarpals He said he ain't mean it, totally by accident After the show, he didn't follow where y'all taxi went Will this be available on wax? Ask Max Mill They on the opposition to his a** wack tax bill But will it pa** the senate? Slum lord tenant And super like 1-A, have a fun stay One day, he plan to put in a runway With enough land for his own projects and gun play Section 8 penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway Alotta y'all a** out like gay runaways It's how they say "semi-risque" All day everyday, give out Emmy's the quick way Have the average MC say, "Gimme a sick day" They really ain't got sh** to say like Timmy McVeigh Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch In school, he kept a doo-rag in his bag lunch Just to eat heads on some breakdance sh** and spit He writ this skit in Sanskrit If the pants fit, sport 'em but rock 'em low Your man like Rollo on the slow, can't knock it though It's like the same hustle bro, two knuckles glow Tucked in Le Tigre, just let the name buckle show Good googly moogly, see that loogie? Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley You don't watch her, he might house her like Doogie Just to cut her loosie like Mitsurugi Gooey gum drops, who he got his style from? His pops, you gotta give the bum some props Ask ya sister, her beat box is more thicker DOOM, that n***a detox with malt liquor Villain for hire, admire the sound Make sure the price is right before he come on down Rappers be on some, "You you you" Forgot who they talking too, too much pork stew They need to not come out with nothing new Blew the whole sh** up on some, "What this bu*ton do?" Doom cheat the game like walk-thru Run 'em, son 'em like Mr. Rourke do Tattoo The way alotta clowns get down is unnatural This flow flip like oranges, apples Rhymes like limes to a Lemonade Snapple Leave her at the chapel, don't eat scrapple First thing they notice when they come to is they bling is gone Then they start remembering the Klingon with the rings on In came the villain with their own gear like, "Hi, there Y'all play the rear, this whole year my year" Metal face beard like Brillo pad Y'all know his steelo so don't feel so bad Seed call him, "Ol' dad," the one the ol' ho had Knew he was a winner since a swimmer in the gonads Okay pal, pay him like Paypal So we could be A-OK not OK Corral I think today I'll make the ladies say, "Ow" And maybe f** around take a bow, now Who made his first mill and still carry razor blades Used to be straight A's and still made the grade Retarded a**, how he get cash so fast Year after last, left back in the retarded cla** Shoulda went to Boces Watch him all closely, who he think he supposed to be Villain who always win, at least he stay consistent Find out where that b**h went, get a room pitch a tent Yo yo, Max, yo change the beat yo You got another one? Nah yo