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  • [Verse 1: Viktor Vaughn]
    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*************t roll-over, a dusty pullover and a Pulitzer
    A must we bust your crusty subwoofer sista
    Foes is just bluffin', clear your nose from huff-puffin'
    A glutton for bludgeoning blood gu*************n', here you go, stud muffin
    It’s nothin', 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 these bombs on a critic from a grass knoll
    Everybody got one, your mom's is a asshole
    S.O.B. and smug to the u**ost
    Cut it close and catch a slug to the gut Mos, word to Thu**ose
    What's worse, clutch your purse close, lady
    We get more cheese bread for the baby, toast to Grady, one-eighty
    [Verse 2: Earl Sweat*************rt]
    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 ******g 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 keep his 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******g 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
    [Verse 3: Captain Murphy]
    Captain's back (Yay!)
    So go on put your mic away
    (Where?) Inside a microwave (...Oh.)
    When I die, I bet you Mike'll wave (tee-hee)
    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
    Tradin' head for Reese's Pieces
    Interject in *************s' verses with this book of witches' curses
    I cast a spell upon your ******* 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
    Got a cord of past opponents
    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 Madder Hatter
    Never mind the hammer, manners out the window
    Pump crescendo, puff the endo, I’m Lou Ferrigno
    Just pretendo, don’t ask him where the pen go
    Cause the pencil got me paper paid and paydirt made them paint her
    With the mask and faded sweat*************rt, nothing lesser
    Bet you’ll never ever guess what I left under the dresser
    Hid a message in the 808 to pester all the Heshers
  • [Verse 1: Viktor Vaughn]
    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*************t roll-over, a dusty pullover and a Pulitzer
    A must we bust your crusty subwoofer sista
    Foes is just bluffin', clear your nose from huff-puffin'
    A glutton for bludgeoning blood gu*************n', here you go, stud muffin
    It’s nothin', 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 these bombs on a critic from a grass knoll
    Everybody got one, your mom's is a asshole
    S.O.B. and smug to the u**ost
    Cut it close and catch a slug to the gut Mos, word to Thu**ose
    What's worse, clutch your purse close, lady
    We get more cheese bread for the baby, toast to Grady, one-eighty
    [Verse 2: Earl Sweat*************rt]
    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 ******g 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 keep his 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******g 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
    [Verse 3: Captain Murphy]
    Captain's back (Yay!)
    So go on put your mic away
    (Where?) Inside a microwave (...Oh.)
    When I die, I bet you Mike'll wave (tee-hee)
    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
    Tradin' head for Reese's Pieces
    Interject in *************s' verses with this book of witches' curses
    I cast a spell upon your ******* 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
    Got a cord of past opponents
    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 Madder Hatter
    Never mind the hammer, manners out the window
    Pump crescendo, puff the endo, I’m Lou Ferrigno
    Just pretendo, don’t ask him where the pen go
    Cause the pencil got me paper paid and paydirt made them paint her
    With the mask and faded sweat*************rt, nothing lesser
    Bet you’ll never ever guess what I left under the dresser
    Hid a message in the 808 to pester all the Heshers