VIKTOR VAUGHN

VIKTOR VAUGHN - Saliva lyrics

rate me

Great balls of fire

Guess who just crawled out the mud the mire

That could make you trust a motherfuckin liar

A real shuck n' jiver

Vaughn never been a duck n' diver

He spit on the mic, yuck, saliva

Hold it like a drunk driver hold a CB on a sharp turn

Still clutchin' his chest from the heartburn

What's your handle? I need a Zantac, ock

and thanks before I blank into anyphylactic shock

Rock the disco

Chocolate on a crisco ho ?

Cock diesel

And still tell a joke like Joe Piscipo

Tell em the basics

Basically, break the Matrix

And just for kicks, make em gel like Asics

That's why they actin standoffish

? by hand like canned raw crawfish

Can you please pass the cocktail sauce?

You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss

Tell my horse

He said broads call me Vaughny

I make sure I throws em back if they's too scrawny

Or boney, phoney MCs use a stand-in

Leave him hangin like if I ain't know where his hands been

Hussy, how bout we bloody up your ?

Bust a knee

Then go feeling studdy, or plus degree ?

True victory, a new sick story

I never met a chick that was too thick for me

Holy moses, my old earth know me closest

On how I played it back and stayed bent like scoliosis

It's no puzzle

You can ask Doc Zizmor

The slow guzzle got your nizzle crooked like big jaw

Drink like a fishy, she wish she was a Pisces

Live since back in 25 cents Icees

Used to turn your tongue the color red

Now they want to fill ya full of lead

What the fuck that young fella said?

What kid?

It's Vaughn the red blooded

Do yourself a favor or come on, get head butted

Dope him if he run

I'll be there in a jiffy son

With the flame suppressor like off the 151

Quit your bitchin, or get *BLAUW* in your babble-box

Punished with the dry sticks ? and now eat the scrabble box ?

You'll be aight once it pass through your yellow belly

Only thing he said was can you please pass the jelly

Homo say what? Like a promo play the cut

On the late night, before you touch the mic, get your weight right

A lot of crews like to act like a violent mob

They really need to just shut the fuck up like Silent Bob

Either that or get smoked like hickory

Should squash the beef and go wash their teeth quickly

Know the stee ?, write a rhyme like a mystery

And sign it on the bottom in calligraphy, "Your nigga, V"

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