VIKTOR VAUGHN - Vaudeville Villain lyrics

V. Vaughn, the traveling Vaudeville Villain

Who don't give a flying fuck who ain't not feeling him

Watch what ya' dealing him: ace, king, death card

Strong-arm the wrong man, pardon the left, god

Get money and earn it, then everything you touch turn shit

Got much to learn kid, light it up burn shit

Light it up like the Dutch when the hash melt

Only time they see him is when they need him with the cash belt

Ay carumba, now that's my number

One dry summer, as far as I remember

Burnt out, but gaining every edgy penny

Then he hit him straight to the head like Reggie Denny

Call him back when you need some more 'gnac, horse-yak

Doing 80 down the Van Wyck on horseback

Ya' man sick but he wreck tracks, puto

Get back too bro', exactamundo

Viktor the director flip a script like Rob Reiner

The way a lotta dudes rhyme their name should be "knob shiner"

For a buck, they'd likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck

To Vik it's no big deal, they're just a buncha knuckle-fucks

You wonder how well would they hold up in a holding cell

It sorta had the strange makings of a tale told in hell

Like "Oh well," hold tall riches

If the Feds is really after him they'll just tell all the snitches

On borrowed-time rhymes, gassed by the silver screen

They cat like their monkey ass can heal back like Wolverine

Mellow out what y'all bellow out ya' yellow mouth

What happened to the kinda spit that used to help a fellow out?

No doubt, leave a rapper in a body cast

And wonder what he was doing while we was in a karate class

Snotty ass, it's really like he was a white-belt

Right before he "night-night" ask him how the light felt

I wouldn't take their tape if they gave it free

Maybe it's me, maybe it's V!

Throw down the key, y'all know how shit be

In the naked city, rappers is so giddy

That's no ditty, Vaughn so witty

The way he take no prisoners and show no pity

It's how son became a big man from a Black boy

To name names, a really big fan of Dan Akroyd

He feel they need to give him his own dance

This his only chance to shoot the gift like a lone glance

Or like a beef scene that leave the oo-ey smoking

Or between Hoktuo Shinken and Nanto Koukakuken