[00:06.518] Confirmation of your worst fears
[00:08.198] Ever since his first years had a thirst for beers
[00:10.771] Back from the future, it'll make you more sober-er
[00:13.411] And brought back a long list of fakers who crossed over
[00:16.228]I'm like, **** it, bubble-baller
[00:18.674] Catch 'em up at Bob's show, stall him with a troubled caller
[00:21.751] Bastard, who could make G's faster
[00:24.080] Than a newly re-mastered while being truly plastered
[00:26.909] There's four sides to every story
[00:29.382] If these walls could talk, they'd probably still ignore me
[00:32.072] Contemplate war over a cup of warm coffee
[00:34.638] It's really getting gory, tell your problems to Maury
[00:37.517] Don't bore V with the "glory, hallelu-ey"
[00:39.906] Crews be like, fooey he's just a buncha hooey
[00:42.564] I knew he had new G, who he? Viktor Vaughn
[00:45.768] He had a new sicker song, I think he call it "Lickupon"
[00:48.152] Umm but uh, he study rhymes and patter-ins
[00:50.726] Climb so steep sometimes the beat don't be mattering
[00:53.496] Sounded like a half-dead from Scurvy band rock
[00:56.108] A programmed, computer bio-grafted Herbie Han****
[00:59.139] Maybe next life he'll try harder
[01:01.325] Died a martyr at the hands of the fire-starter
[01:04.053] More scripts ripped available for buy or barter
[01:06.824] Transport a stack to the lab via charter
[01:09.316] On the microphone he came to daze and amaze ya'
[01:11.934] What a guy, practice banging flies with razors
[01:14.607] And watch out for the robot, he got eyes with lasers
[01:17.332] Tell 'em when they come with more topics besides blazers
[01:19.998] Enough with the guns already, they're all toys and lames
[01:22.579] The joy's in the aim, he asked him, how's ya' poison game?
[01:25.531] Do you bust your crossbow? Also, more so
[01:27.959] Accurate body blows to torso, thought so
[01:30.625] These flows you won't find in no "how-to"
[01:33.585] If the blacksmith doubt you, he smack the shit out you
[01:36.480] Make nothing gone, let nothing twitch
[01:38.415] Just don't be near the mic when the on-button switch
[01:41.133] V bring the beef like a trucker to Fuddrucker
[01:44.120]Delivery to all y'all mother****ers and bloodsucke
[01:46.828]Copping more pleas than when a rap b***h bicker o
[01:49.355] And that's my word is bond, I think he call it "Lickupon"
[01:52.534] Umm, he wrote this one with a fever sick in bed
[01:55.470]With his d**khead inside a chickenhea
[01:57.583] No, a dead chicken's head, he said it help his nausea
[02:00.023] If he lost ya', wait till he tell you about the flying saucer
[02:03.044] Dag, the kickback'll leave your wig ragged
[02:05.494] For a big bag of good grizzle and some Zig-Zag
[02:08.237] Survival, keep a rival in denial
[02:10.548] And bust what he got just for coming out his pie-hole
[02:13.644] Die calmer than a suicide-bomber
[02:15.966] V just the type to do a hoo-ride with momma
[02:18.728] Said to James Bond, my name is Viktor, Viktor Vaughn
[02:21.805] Told the chick the quickest way to get on, lickupon
[02:24.107]

Confirmation of your worst fears
Ever since his first years had a thirst for beers
Back from the future, it'll make you more sober-er
And brought back a long list of fakers who crossed over
I'm like, **** it, bubble-baller
Catch 'em up at Bob's show, stall him with a troubled caller
Bastard, who could make G's faster
Than a newly re-mastered while being truly plastered
There's four sides to every story
If these walls could talk, they'd probably still ignore me
Contemplate war over a cup of warm coffee
It's really getting gory, tell your problems to Maury
Don't bore V with the "glory, hallelu-ey"
Crews be like, fooey he's just a buncha hooey
I knew he had new G, who he? Viktor Vaughn
He had a new sicker song, I think he call it "Lickupon"
Umm but uh, he study rhymes and patter-ins
Climb so steep sometimes the beat don't be mattering
Sounded like a half-dead from Scurvy band rock
A programmed, computer bio-grafted Herbie Han****
Maybe next life he'll try harder
Died a martyr at the hands of the fire-starter
More scripts ripped available for buy or barter
Transport a stack to the lab via charter
On the microphone he came to daze and amaze ya'
What a guy, practice banging flies with razors
And watch out for the robot, he got eyes with lasers
Tell 'em when they come with more topics besides blazers
Enough with the guns already, they're all toys and lames
The joy's in the aim, he asked him, how's ya' poison game?
Do you bust your crossbow? Also, more so
Accurate body blows to torso, thought so
These flows you won't find in no "how-to"
If the blacksmith doubt you, he smack the shit out you
Make nothing gone, let nothing twitch
Just don't be near the mic when the on-button switch
V bring the beef like a trucker to Fuddrucker
Delivery to all y'all mother****ers and bloodsucke
Copping more pleas than when a rap b***h bicker o
And that's my word is bond, I think he call it "Lickupon"
Umm, he wrote this one with a fever sick in bed
With his d**khead inside a chickenhea
No, a dead chicken's head, he said it help his nausea
If he lost ya', wait till he tell you about the flying saucer
Dag, the kickback'll leave your wig ragged
For a big bag of good grizzle and some Zig-Zag
Survival, keep a rival in denial
And bust what he got just for coming out his pie-hole
Die calmer than a suicide-bomber
V just the type to do a hoo-ride with momma
Said to James Bond, my name is Viktor, Viktor Vaughn
Told the chick the quickest way to get on, lickupon