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