Untitled A.K.A. Change the Beat (Bonus Track)

'And so—Viktor Vaughn hid from the world—'
'A fascinating story, but it changes nothing.'
Oh, oooh
Nah, dude—change that beat
Thats aight, but— the other shit—other shit was iller
Word, word
Yeah, that shit is **** right there
A modern day marvel but terrible, better horrible
When he grab the mic, son , he crushed up all his metacarpals
He said he aint mean it, totally by accident
After the show, he didnt follow where yall 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 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 8 penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway
A lotta yall assed out like gay runaways
Its how they say, 'Semi-risque'
All day everyday, give out Emmys the quick way
Have the average MC say, 'Gimme a sick day'
They really aint got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh
Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch
In school, he kept a doo rag in his bag lunch
Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit and spit
He ripped this skit in Sanscrit
If the pants fit, sport em but rock em low
Your man like Rollo on the slow, cant knock it though
Its like the same hustle bro, two knuckles glow
Tucked in Le Tigre, just let the name buckle show
Good googly moogly, see that loogie?
Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley
You dont watch her, hemight Houser like Doogie
Just to cut her loosie like Mitsurugi
Gooey gum drops, who he got his style from?
His pops, you gotta give
The bum some props
Ask ya sister , her beat box is more thicker
Doom, that ***** detox with malt liquor
Villain for hire, admire the sound
Make sure the price is right
Before he come on down
Rappers be on some, 'You, you, you'
Forgot who they talking too, too much pork stew
They need to not come out with nothing new
Blew the whole shit up on some, 'What this button do?'
Doom cheat the game like walk-through
Run em, son em like Mr. Rourke do Tattoo
The way a lotta clowns get down is unnatural
This flow flip like oranges, apples
Rhymes like limes to a Lemonade Snapple
Leave her at the chapel, dont eat Scrapple
First thing they notice when they come to is they bling is gone
Then they start remembering the Klingon with the rings on
In came the Villain with their own gear like, 'Hi, there'
Yall play the rear, this whole year my year
Metal face beard like Brillo pad
Yall know his steelo so dont feel so bad
Seed call him, 'Ol dad', the one the ol hoe had
Knew he was a winner since a swimmer in the gonads
Okay pal, pay him like Paypal
So we could be A-okay not okay Corral
I think today Ill make the ladies say, 'Ow'
And maybe **** around take a bow, now
Who made his first mill and still carry razor blades
Used to be straight As and still made the grade
Retarded ass, how he get cash so fast
Year after last, left back in the retarded class
Shoulda went to Boces
Watch him all closely, who he think he supposed to be
Villain who always win, at least he stay consistent
Find out where that ***** went, get a room pitch a tent
Yo yo, Max, yo change the beat yo
You got another one, nah yo