Lickupon

Confirmation of your worst fears
Ever since his first years had a thirst for beers
Back from the future, itll make you more sober-er
And brought back a long list of fakers who crossed over
Im like, **** it, bubble-baller
Catch em up at Bobs show, stall him with a troubled caller
Bastard, who could make Gs faster
Than a newly re-mastered while being truly plastered
Theres four sides to every story
If these walls could talk, theyd probably still ignore me
Contemplate war over a cup of warm coffee
Its really getting gory, tell your problems to Maury
Dont bore V with the 'glory, hallelu-ey'
Crews be like, fooey hes just 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 dont be mattering
Sounded like a half-dead from Scurvy band rock
A programmed, computer bio-grafted Herbie Han****
Maybe next life hell try harder
Died a martyr at the hands of the fire-starter
More scripts ripped available for buy or barter
Transport a stack to the lab via charter
On the microphone he came to daze and amaze ya
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, theyre all toys and lames
The joys in the aim, he asked him, hows ya poison game?
Do you bust your crossbow? Also, more so
Accurate body blows to torso, thought so
These flows you wont find in no 'how-to'
If the blacksmith doubt you , he smack the shit out you
Make nothing gone, let nothing twitch
Just dont be near the mic when the on-button switch
V bring the beef like a trucker to Fuddrucker
Delivery to all yall mother****ers and bloodsucker
Copping more pleas than when a rap ***** bicker on
And thats my word is bond, I think he call it 'Lickupon'
Umm, he wrote this one with a fever sick in bed
With his ****head inside a chickenhead
No, a dead chickens head, he said it help his nausea
If he lost ya, wait till he tell you about the flying saucer
Dag, the kickbackll 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 got just for coming 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 the chick the quickest way to get on, lickupon