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[Intro] Hm What a sad, strange tune he's playing Hahaha I have evidence, and I can prove it! —and I can prove it! [Verse 1: Viktor Vaughn] Dub it off your man, don't spend that ten bucks I did it for the advance, the back end sucks It's better than sittin' up in a crack den with the MAC-11 Yellin' at your fiends and friends to duck There's feds at the door! Oh, it's just Fed Ex I thought I heard walkie-talkies, must've been them redneck Neighbors of mine - they fuckin with they CB And we in the spot, watchin' COPS on TV Blazin' greens, thumpin' Big's first CD Drinkin' OE, hopin' pigs don't see If they were psychic, they'd try to give him the electric chair It's gettin' hectic in here and it's a election year Keep this section clear, VIP Shed a few tears since a knee-high G And got more tricks up my sleeve, cough, hiccup and sneeze Make an emcee sick and dry heave, wheeze They must be still allergic to a Real raw rhymer with skills that surgical Take the day off and lay off the crazy water It don't faze V as he lay up with your lazy daughter With your lazy daughter [Verse 2: Viktor Vaughn] Heat the bake, V came to eat your team's steak And for dessert, a treat, the green cake So much sweets it's a dream, it seem fake These type themes make your beat machine break It's on the fritz, put it on the Ritz And watch what he gets, once his mitts is on the glitz A lot of rappers are soft tit and talk shit They need to do us all a big favor: cork it Spit it like raw grits, get it? They better off forfeit, admit it Relaxin' in your town once the tour quit V keep comin' back with more and more hits More hits [Outro] He had a way with the world's most beautiful Most seductive, most glamorous women He did away with that What happened to you anyway? What was the trouble Viktor? Nothing at all Viktor, the way you look! Yes? You're exhausted You didn't get any sleep at all last night, did you? I was working, er—reading Who's outside? What was the trouble Viktor? I was detained