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(feat. Kool Keith) [MF Doom/Viktor Vaughn] ..People came from miles around to hear Vik rock it He learned a few new styles since a two year old pick pocket Kra-dow! Sad how sickenin Now get retarded like mad cow kickin in Yik! Chris wasn't trickin On what's in the stew if the flu was in the chicken We all got our vices Some got the gall, ta call the shots off the dices And that's Vik, brings slaughter to your section Have ya lost emcees get a order of protection His name rings bell said Jake He sings well, even with his king hell headache Hit' em with a anvil, a trigger, a scandal If not just to get free press off the Nigga Channel He only plays for high prices And rates his hourly rate based on how nice he is [Kool Keith] There's a lot of "I'll murder you" raps With lame ass guys out of nowhere Corny asses, I never heard of you cats Guys like you mess up a lot of tracks Ask your neighborhood about me Letras de cancionesWhy you rappin' act tough and grizzly Urinate on your jacket and leave you pissy Start jockin, get your autograph I'm missing Defecate on your best line Spit three verses in the cup and get busy A wack ass comin this way Must be cross eyed and dizzy You don't listen enough, see me pissin enough Leave ya yellow spots around your bed area Defecate around your head area Precise when I meet that ass And greet that ass, the brain or what Defecate on your apartment on Poinsettia [Scratching'n'cutting until fade] From Letras Mania