Vik, the wild islander, bringing out the child in ya
Singing out the silencer with more violence than Heil Hitler
He get some looks, some bull%#@! pullover, a dusty pullover and a Pulitzer

A musty, busted, crusted subwoofer system
Foes is just bluffing, clear your nose from huff puffin'
A glutton for bludgeoning and blood gushing, here you go, stud muffin

It's nothing, get it on the get by
Bet it on a dead guy, jet it on the red eye
Too many make mistake fillers, not enough live wires

Too many fake killers, and jive sires
Dropped his bombs on critic from a grass knoll
Everybody got one, your moms is an $$#hole

S.O.B. and smug to the utmost
Cut it close and catch a slug to the gut boss
Whats worse, clutch your purse close lady

We get more cheese bred for the baby, toast to Grady,
180


I'm in the cut looking for some puss to pick apart
Dirty like us riding in the whip that really isn't ours
Storming out the door, don't press record,

I hate my $#&@ing voice
Trying to kill that noise, performing fill that void slightly
I'm swimming in water that's been dicy since landing

And I'm owing these ^!$$%s nothing
Like all that I've been handed for free, don't pan your cameras to me
Ho, don't command me to speak

Got these little ^!$$%s swinging from the banister, on Fax in his Pajamas
Walking slow because the camels keeping stamina weak
And you could catch him like some halibut after a bad accident

Trying to get jaw-jacked right where the catheter peeks out
Villain, Earl, and Captain in command of your street now
Rapping good as mother$#&@ing janitors sweep now

Getting business handled, get the cannabis cheap now
It's a bunch of nuggets on him like it's sand on a beach towel


Captain's back so go on put your mic away
Inside a microwave
When I die,

I bet you Mike'll wave
We blowing bubbles at the pearly gates
Took a selfie with the king but only see my face

I'm writing darker pieces in my thesis
I'm hiding in the park with all your nieces
Trading head for Reeses Pieces

And attacking ^!$$%s' verses with this book of witches curses
I cast a spell upon your (*##$es but my thirst is for the hearses
I'm spilling out my innards

To these n-words, journey inwards
Caught her quarter past the moment
In a fragment of a moment man I killed that rap then owned it

Hope to overtake the planet, with my banana in a hammock
(*##$ manic parents panic I'm a mechanic with these patterns
Propagandic with that chatter, matter of fact the Mad Hatter

Never mind the hammer, manners out the window
Pump crescendo, puff the endo,
I'm Lou Ferrigno

Just prentendo, don't ask him where the pen go
Cause the pencil got me paper paid made them paint her
With the mask and faded sweatshirts, but nothing lesser

Bet you'll never ever guesser what i left under the dresser
Hid a message in the 808 just to pester all the Heshers
Between Villains