Doper Skiller

Lyrics

[Verse 1: 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 sickening Now get retarded like mad cow kickin in Yik! Chris wasn't trickin' And what's in the stew if the flu was in the chicken? We all got our vices Some got the gall to call the shots off the dices And that's Vik, brings slaughter to your section Have y'all emcee get a order of protection His name rings bell said Jake He sings well, even with his king hell headache Hit 'em with an 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 [Verse 2: 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 Star jockers, get your autograph book messy Defecate on your best line, spit three verses in the cup and get busy A wack ass coming this way must be cross eyed and dizzy You don't listen enough, see me pissing enough Leave you yellow spots around your bed area, defecate around your head area Precise when I meet that ass and greet that ass La Brea and what, defecate on your apartment on Poinsettia (Scratching'n'cutting until fade)