Viktor Vaughn, Kool Keith - Doper Skiller lyrics

People came from miles around to
Hear Vik rock it
He learned a few new styles since
A two year old pick pocket
Kra dow! Sad how sickenin
Now get retarded like mad cow kickin in
Yik! Chris wasn't trickin
And what's in the stew if the
Flu was in the chicken? We all got our vices
Some got the gall
Ta call the shots off the dices
And that's Vik
Brings slaughter to your section
Have ya'll emcees get a order of protection
His name rings bell said Jake he sings well
Even with his king hell headache
Hit' em with a anvil, a trigger, a scandal
If not just to get free
Press off the Nigga Channel
He only plays for high prices
And rates his hourly rate based
On how nice he is

There's a lot of "I'll murder you" raps
With lame ass guys out of nowhere
Corny asses, I never heard of you cats
Guys like you mess up a lot of tracks
Ask your neighborhood about me
Why you rappin' act tough and grizzly
Urinate on your jacket and leave you pissy
Star jockers, get your autograph book messy
Defecate on your best line
Spit three verses in the cup and get busy
A wack ass comin this way
Must be cross eyed and dizzy
You don't listen enough, see me pissin enough
Leave ya yellow spots around your bed area
Defecate around your head area
Precise when I meet that ass
And greet that ass, La Brea and what
Defecate on your apartment on Poinsettia

(Scratching'n'cutting until fade)