Songtexte:
Viktor Vaughn Vaudeville Villain

V. Vaughn, the traveling Vaudeville Villain Who don't give a flying fuck who ain't not feeling him Watch what ya' dealing him: ace, king, death card Strong

V. Vaughn, the traveling Vaudeville Villain Who don't give a flying fuck who ain't not feeling him Watch what ya' dealing him: ace, king, death card

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

who said he had some white weed In case it might need, it didn't mean much For in his lean clutch was the elusive green Dutch Who that? Kinga, Vaughn

he used to get straight A's nowadays get way payed is the pet phrase set the stage, preferably night time daylight reserved for research and writin'

Yo I'm only rhyming where the drums is at Y'all niggaz think y'all slick wit that bullshit bump that Y'all pay V for flowing to the beat Not for what

if I'm not workin or puttin work in I'm either wheelin and dealin or probably jerkin my (censored) yep listenin to nothin, takin no suggestions all destructive

buy something nice for the seed and please keep it moving twice the speed consider this your fair warning or else i'll bring it to you express like airborne Vaughn