[Part 1]
[Intro]
And so, Viktor Vaughn hid from the world
A fascinating story, but it changes nothing
[Interlude]
[Outro]
Oh, word
Nah, yo, change that beat
That's alright, but, the other shit— other shit was iller
[Part 2]
[Intro]
Word, word
Yo, that shit is dope right there
[Verse 1]
A modern day marvel, but terrible— better, horrible
When he grab the mic from 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 ass-wack tax bill
But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant
And it's 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 eight penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway
A lot of y'all ass out like gay runaway
It's, how they say? Semi-risqué
All day everyday, give out Emmys the quick way
Have the average MC say, "Give me a sick day"
They really ain't got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh (Oh, shit)
Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch
In school, he kept a durag in a bag lunch
Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit 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 to let the name buckle show
[Intro]
And so, Viktor Vaughn hid from the world
A fascinating story, but it changes nothing
[Interlude]
[Outro]
Oh, word
Nah, yo, change that beat
That's alright, but, the other shit— other shit was iller
[Part 2]
[Intro]
Word, word
Yo, that shit is dope right there
[Verse 1]
A modern day marvel, but terrible— better, horrible
When he grab the mic from 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 ass-wack tax bill
But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant
And it's 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 eight penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway
A lot of y'all ass out like gay runaway
It's, how they say? Semi-risqué
All day everyday, give out Emmys the quick way
Have the average MC say, "Give me a sick day"
They really ain't got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh (Oh, shit)
Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch
In school, he kept a durag in a bag lunch
Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit 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 to let the name buckle show
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