Viktor Vaughn - Lickupon lyrics
[Viktor Vaughn - Lickupon lyrics]
Mmm 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, fuck 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 remastered 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 problem to Maury
Don't bore V with the "glory, hallelu-ey"
Crews be like, phooey
It's all 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 matterin'
Sounded like a half-dead from
Scurvy band rock a programmed
Computer bio-grafted Herbie Hancock
Maybe next life he'll try harder
Died a martyr at the
Hands of the fire-starter
More scripts ripped available for via barter
Transport a stack to the lab via charter
On the microphone he came to
Daze and amaze ya' what a guy
Practice bangin' 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 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 nuttin' gone, let nuttin' 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
Motherfuckers and bloodsucker
Coppin' more pleas than when a
Rap nigga bicker on
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 dickhead inside a chickenhead
No, a dead chicken's head
He said it help his nausea if he lost ya'
Wait till he tell you about the flyin' 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 comin' 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
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, fuck 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 remastered 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 problem to Maury
Don't bore V with the "glory, hallelu-ey"
Crews be like, phooey
It's all 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 matterin'
Sounded like a half-dead from
Scurvy band rock a programmed
Computer bio-grafted Herbie Hancock
Maybe next life he'll try harder
Died a martyr at the
Hands of the fire-starter
More scripts ripped available for via barter
Transport a stack to the lab via charter
On the microphone he came to
Daze and amaze ya' what a guy
Practice bangin' 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 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 nuttin' gone, let nuttin' 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
Motherfuckers and bloodsucker
Coppin' more pleas than when a
Rap nigga bicker on
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 dickhead inside a chickenhead
No, a dead chicken's head
He said it help his nausea if he lost ya'
Wait till he tell you about the flyin' 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 comin' 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