Lickupon

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

And brought back a 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?

Then I newly remaster while being 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 getting gory, tell your problem to Maury

Don't bore me with the glory hallelujah

Crews be like fooey, it's all a bunch of hooey

I knew he had new G, who he?

Viktor Vaughn, he had a new sicker song

I think he called it Lickupon

Um, but uh, he study rhymes and patterns

Climb so steep, sometimes the beat don't be mattering

Sounding 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

All scripts ripped, available for via barter

Transport the stack to the lab via charter

On the microphone he came to daze and amaze you

What a guy, practice banging 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 your 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 nothing gone, let nothing 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 bloodsuckers

Copping more pleas than when a rap **** bicker on

And that's my word is bond, I think he call it Lickupon

Um, he wrote this one with a fever, sick in bed

With his dickhead inside a chicken head

No, a dead chicken's head, he said it help his nausea

If he lost you, wait till he tell you about the flying saucer

Dang, the kickback will 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 coming out his pie-hole

Die calmer than a suicide bomber

V just the type to do a who-ride with mama

Said to James Bond, my name is Viktor, Viktor Vaughn

Told the chick the quickest way to get on, Lickupon