viktor vaughn - change the beat (bonus track) lyrics
they on the opposition to his -ss wack tax bill
but will it p-ss 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
alotta y’all -ssed out like gay runaways
it’s how they say ‘semi-risque’
all day everyday, give out emmy’s the quick way
have the average mc say, ‘gimme a sick day!’
they really ain’t got sh-t 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 sh-t and spit
he ripped this skit in sanscript
if the pants fit, sport ’em but rock ’em low
your man like rollo on the slow, can’t knock it though
it’s 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 don’t watch her, he might houser like doogie
just to cut her loosie like -swoosh- mitsurugi
gooey gum drops, who he got his style from?
his pops, you gotta give the b-m some props
ask ya sister, her beat box is more thicker
doom, that n-gg- 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 sh-t up on some, ‘what this b-tton do?’
doom cheat the game like walk-thru
run ’em, son ’em like mr. rourke do tattoo
the way alotta clowns get down is unnatural
this flow flip like oranges, apples
rhymes like limes to a lemonade snapple
leave her at the chapel, don’t eat scr-pple
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’
y’all play the rear, this whole year my year
metal face beard like brillo pad
y’all know his steelo so don’t 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-ok not ok corral
i think today i’ll make the ladies say, ‘ow’
and maybe f-ck around take a bow, now
who made his first mill and still carry razor blades
used to be straight a’s and still made the grade
r-t-rded -ss, how he get cash so fast
year after last, left back in the r-t-rded cl-ss
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 b-tch went, get a room pitch a tent
yo yo, max, yo change the beat yo
you got another one … nah yo
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