Vaudeville Villain

V. Vaughn, the travelin' Vaudeville Villain
 Who don't give a flyin' fuck who ain't not feelin' him
 Watch what ya dealin' him, Ace, king, death card
 Strong-arm the wrong man, pardon the left, god
 Get money and earn it, that everything-you-touch-turn shit
 Got much to learn, kid; write it up, burn shit
 Light it up like the Dutch when the hash melt
 Only time they see him when they meet him with the cash belt
 Ay caramba, now that's my number
 One dry summer, as far as I remember
 Burnt-out, but gainin' every edgy penny
 Then he hit him straight to the head like Reggie Denny
 Call him back when you need some more yak, Horshack
 Doin' 80 down the Van Wyck on horseback
 Your man sick, but he wreck tracks, puto
 Get back too, bro, exactamundo
 Viktor the director flip a script like Rob Reiner
 The way a lotta dudes rhyme their name should be "knob shiner"
 For a buck, they'd likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck
 To Vik, it's no big deal, they're just a buncha knuckle-fucks
 You wonder how well would they hold up in a holding cell
 It sorta had the strange makings of a tale told in hell
 Like, "Oh well," hold tall riches
 If the feds is really after 'em, they just kill all the snitches
 On borrowed-time rhymes, gassed by the silver screen
 They act like their monkey-ass can heal back like Wolverine
 Mellow out what y'all bellow out ya yellow mouth
 What happened to the typa spit that used to help a fellow out?
 No doubt, leave a rapper in a body cast
 And wonder what he was doing while we was in a karate class
 Snotty ass, it's really like he was a white-belt
 Right before he "night-night" ask him how the light felt
 I wouldn't take their tape if they gave it free
 Maybe it's me, baby it's V!
 Throw down the key, y'all know how shit be
 In the naked city, rappers is so giddy
 That's no ditty, Vaughn so witty
 The way he take no prisoners and show no pity
 It's how son became a big man from a black boy
 To name names, a really big fan of Dan Aykroyd
 He feel they need to give him his own dance
 This his only chance to shoot the gift like a lone glance
 Or like a beef scene that leave the oo-ey smokin'
 Or between Hokuto Shinken and Nanto Suichō Ken