(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

Why 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]