Saliva

You sold me dust
 Get him!
 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 anaphylactic 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
 Eat the beat 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 hoss, he said broads call me Vaughny
 I make sure I throws 'em back if they's too scrawny
 Or bony, phony MCs use a stand-in
 Leave him hangin' like if I ain't know where his hands been
 Hussy, how 'bout we bloody up you just for me?
 Bust a knee, then go finish study, a 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 the back and stayed bent like scoliosis
 It's no puzzle, you can ask Doc Zizmor
 The slow guzzle got your nizzle crooked like Biz jaw
 Drink like a fishy, she wish she was a Pisces
 Live since back when 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
 Yoke 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 blaow in your babble-box
 Punishment for dry snitchin', now eat this Travel Fox
 You'll be alright 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"