Lickupon

[00:03.41] Confirmation of your worse fears
[00:07.09] Ever since his first years had a thirst for beers
[00:08.88] Back from the future, it'll make you more sober-er
[00:12.66] And brought back a long list of fakers who crossed over
[00:15.45] I'm like, fuck it, bubble-baller
[00:17.89] Catch 'em up at Bob's show, stall him with a troubled caller
[00:20.75] Bastard, who could make G's faster
[00:23.22] Than a newly re-mastered while being truly plastered
[00:25.90] There's four sides to every story
[00:29.15] If these walls could talk, they'd probably still ignore me
[00:31.22] Contemplate war over a cup of warm coffee
[00:33.53] It's really getting gory, tell your problem to Maury
[00:35.95] Don't bore V with the "glory, hallelu-ey"
[00:39.19] Crews be like, foo-ey he's just a buncha hoo-ey
[00:41.84] I knew he had new G, who he? Viktor Vaughn
[00:44.49] He had a new sicker song, I think he call it "Lickupon"
[00:46.95] Umm but uh, he study rhymes and patter-ins
[00:50.05] Climb so steep sometimes the beat don't be mattering
[00:51.99] Sounded like a half-dead from (? Scurvy band rock?)
[00:54.59] A programmed, computer bio-grafted Herbie Hancock
[00:57.05] Maybe next life he'll try harder
[01:00.45] Died a martyr at the hands of the fire-starter
[01:02.12] More scripts ripped available for via barter
[01:05.33] Transport a stack to the lab via charter
[01:07.56] On the microphone he came to daze and amaze ya'
[01:10.56] What a guy, practice banging flies with razors
[01:13.55] And watch out for the robot, he got eyes with lasers
[01:16.50] Tell 'em when they come with more topics besides blazers
[01:19.06] Enough with the guns already, they're all toys and lames
[01:21.61] The joy's in the aim, he asked him, how's ya' poison game?
[01:24.70] Do you bust your crossbow? Also, more so
[01:26.56] Accurate body blows to torso, thought so
[01:28.69] These flows you won't find in no "how-to"
[01:32.27] If the blacksmith doubt you, he smack the shit out you
[01:34.32] Make nothing gone, let nothing twitch
[01:37.73] Just don't be near the mic when the on-button switch
[01:39.47] V bring the beef like a trucker to Fuddrucker
[01:42.36] Delivery to all y'all motherfuckers and bloodsucker
[01:45.05] Coping more pleas than when a rap nigga bicker on
[01:48.56] And that's my word is bond, I think he call it "Lickupon"
[01:50.52] Umm, he wrote this one with a fever sick in bed
[01:54.36] With his dickhead inside a chickenhead
[01:56.88] No, a dead chicken's head, he said it help his nausea
[01:58.87] If he lost ya', wait 'til he tell you about the flying saucer
[02:01.56] Dag, the kickback'll leave your wig ragged
[02:03.43] For a big bag of good grizzle and some Zig-Zag
[02:05.85] Survival, keep a rival in denial
[02:08.70] And bust what he got just for coming out his pie-hole
[02:11.89] Die calmer than a suicide-bomber
[02:14.74] V just the type to do a hoo-ride with momma
[02:17.60] Said to James Bond, my name is Viktor, Viktor Vaughn
[02:21.03] Told the chick the quickest way to get on, lickupon
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