Viktor Vaughn - A Dead Mouse lyrics
[Viktor Vaughn - A Dead Mouse lyrics]
"Even then I had the uneasy feeling it wasn't
Young Viktor Vaughn who would
Need my protection"
Motherfuckers, that's why I ain't
Playin' with their ass
That's what's gon' happen to them niggas
Motherfuckers done fucked up, man
Ain't it some shit like that?
Yo, I'm only rhyming where the drums is at
Y'all niggas think y'all slick with
That bullshit bump that
Y'all pay V for flowing to the beat
Not for what he know that got
Hoes hoeing in the streets
That's for him to know and for
They to never find out
About the kidnap, blind fold
And the blind mouse
The coroner report say he simply signed out
Oh, and I know
Y'all wanna see a wino? Bring the wine out
Cat with a dead mouse is
How he catch a phrase, and pause
Plays with it, kill it, and
Eat off it for days, get it
Whoever ain't get it ain't supposed to
For standing still close to
Bandit's will ghost you no shoot, Sherlock
I don't know how they do on your block
Out here we rock on to the sure shot
Shit still ain't stop
Keep it on 'til your peeps is gone
V be on the creep
No matter what you keep it on cD, debahh oh
Aw Ya'll motherfuckers playin'
Motherfu
V catch the beat too ridiculously
People think he study
Levitation's true mystery
Had a pal named Ed Leedskalnin until he
Got him for his sweet 16
He said Ed be Wilin'
Rumor has it things got violent
He clobbered him and broke the fuck out
But he ain't try to rob him
I told her don't tell your man
That's the trouble with these chicks
Next experiment: Twelve strands
From double helix
No I haven't seen Kes, Neelix
"Oh, yeah? Just you stay away
From her with those lyrics"
Please ain't nobody fuckin' after her
I'm out of here as soon as
I fix the flux capacitor
And OH, and speak to V in a proper manner
Before he stabs you and put
Out all types of propaganda
Stop the slander, chop the hand of a thief
And cut the mouth off of who
Ever come out they teeth
V sell time to an inmate
And then tell him a rhyme for
The hell of it to demonstrate
They know who's the renown beat critic
And do a street lyric like
"That's a neat trick!"
Off on a tangent, they ain't got a cent
Supposed to went to management
And spent it getting bent
Sparky, I had enough of your malarkey
For one
Don't mark me and who you calling Darkie?
I had to take the nigga car key! Go!
Young Viktor Vaughn who would
Need my protection"
Motherfuckers, that's why I ain't
Playin' with their ass
That's what's gon' happen to them niggas
Motherfuckers done fucked up, man
Ain't it some shit like that?
Yo, I'm only rhyming where the drums is at
Y'all niggas think y'all slick with
That bullshit bump that
Y'all pay V for flowing to the beat
Not for what he know that got
Hoes hoeing in the streets
That's for him to know and for
They to never find out
About the kidnap, blind fold
And the blind mouse
The coroner report say he simply signed out
Oh, and I know
Y'all wanna see a wino? Bring the wine out
Cat with a dead mouse is
How he catch a phrase, and pause
Plays with it, kill it, and
Eat off it for days, get it
Whoever ain't get it ain't supposed to
For standing still close to
Bandit's will ghost you no shoot, Sherlock
I don't know how they do on your block
Out here we rock on to the sure shot
Shit still ain't stop
Keep it on 'til your peeps is gone
V be on the creep
No matter what you keep it on cD, debahh oh
Aw Ya'll motherfuckers playin'
Motherfu
V catch the beat too ridiculously
People think he study
Levitation's true mystery
Had a pal named Ed Leedskalnin until he
Got him for his sweet 16
He said Ed be Wilin'
Rumor has it things got violent
He clobbered him and broke the fuck out
But he ain't try to rob him
I told her don't tell your man
That's the trouble with these chicks
Next experiment: Twelve strands
From double helix
No I haven't seen Kes, Neelix
"Oh, yeah? Just you stay away
From her with those lyrics"
Please ain't nobody fuckin' after her
I'm out of here as soon as
I fix the flux capacitor
And OH, and speak to V in a proper manner
Before he stabs you and put
Out all types of propaganda
Stop the slander, chop the hand of a thief
And cut the mouth off of who
Ever come out they teeth
V sell time to an inmate
And then tell him a rhyme for
The hell of it to demonstrate
They know who's the renown beat critic
And do a street lyric like
"That's a neat trick!"
Off on a tangent, they ain't got a cent
Supposed to went to management
And spent it getting bent
Sparky, I had enough of your malarkey
For one
Don't mark me and who you calling Darkie?
I had to take the nigga car key! Go!