Mmm Confirmation of your worst fears Ever since his first years, had a thirst for beers Back from the future, it'll make you more sober-er And brought back a long list of fakers who crossed over I'm like, fuck it, bubble-baller Catch 'em up at Bob's show, stall him with a troubled caller Bastard, who could make G's faster Than a newly remastered while bein' truly plastered There's four sides to every story If these walls could talk, they'd probably still ignore me Contemplate war over a cup of warm coffee It's really gettin' gory, tell your problem to Maury Don't bore V with the glory, hallelu-ey Crews be like, Phooey, it's all a buncha hooey I knew he had new G, who he? Viktor Vaughn He had a new sicker song, I think he call it lickupon Umm, but, uh He study rhymes and patter-ins Climb so steep, sometimes the beat don't be matterin' Sounded like a half-dead from Scurvy band rock A programmed, computer bio-grafted Herbie Hancock Maybe next life, he'll try harder Died a martyr at the hands of the fire-starter More scripts ripped available for via barter Transport the stack to the lab via charter On the microphone, he came to daze and amaze ya What a guy, practices bangin' flies with razors And watch out for the robot, he got eyes with lasers Tell 'em when they come with more topics besides blazers Enough with the guns already, they all toys and lames The joy's in the aim, he asked him, how's ya' poison game? Do you bust your crossbow? Also, more so, accurate body blows to torso, thought so These flows you won't find in no 'how-to' If the blacksmith doubt you, he smack the shit out you! Make nuttin' gone, let nuttin' twitch Just don't be near the mic when the on-button switch V bring the beef like a trucker to Fuddrucker Delivery to all y'all motherfuckers and bloodsucker Coppin' more pleas than when a rap nigga bicker on And that's my word is bond, I think he call it lickupon Umm, he wrote this one with a fever, sick in bed With his dickhead inside a chickenhead No, a dead chicken's head, he said it help his nausea If he lost ya, wait till he tell you about the flyin' saucer Dag! The kickback'll leave your wig ragged For a big bag of good grizzle and some Zig-Zag Survival, keep a rival in denial And bust what he get just for comin' out his pie-hole Die calmer than a suicide-bomber V just the type to do a hoo-ride with Momma Said to James Bond, my name is Viktor, Viktor Vaughn Told a chick the quickest way to get on, lickupon