Viktor Vaughn, Creature, Lord Sear - Open Mic Nite, Pt. 2 lyrics
[Viktor Vaughn, Creature, Lord Sear - Open Mic Nite, Pt. 2 lyrics]
(We got a brother from around the way)
Yeah yeah whats up y'all you
Know we back in the
House cold chillin' got the brother
From another mother holla!
I get my weed from the best sources
I like it smooth
Not coarse like horse hooves
The weeds I smoke never touched by pesticides
To smoke that chem weed simply suicide
The way it’s grown is very important
I only smoke the plants that are very potent
And when I blaze, I feel bionic
'Cause the weed I smoke is hydroponic
Yeah alright-right cut his mic, cut
His mic yeah, yeah, yeah
That was nice brother alright we
Got my man right here
Comin' up on the microphone his
Name is Creature! Holla!
The human skyscraper
Who skydives into a pool of
Alcohol to get intoxicated
Like paying child support and
Taxes I’m forever hated however bruh
I stated I’m bugged like tapped phones
When it’s on
I’ll make your heart chaperone your
Bones to the funeral home
I cast the first stones that
Smash a youth’s dome
A car crash out of my body spirit's roam
You do what to who?
You must be sniffing glue like The Ramones
I’ll tear a brother’s flesh until
The skeleton is showing
I’m coarse like a corpse whose
Mouth and ass got asewn spit poisonous poems
Even your boys know fuckin’ with
This your ass'll be gone let it be known
Brother spittin’ that tired shit
Should be dodgin’ this
‘Cause I test brothers’ hearts
Like a cardiologist
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Thank you goddamnit give me the
Muthafuckin mic alright up next
Up we got my nigga i don't know what
The fuck he is or what he look like i
Hope his mouth don't stink
His name is Viktor!
Respect, it's V what the heck?
Y'all know who's the best might
As well cut the check
They didn't know the face
But by the name they knew him
Racist against rappers
They all look the same to him
They used to beg him not
To egg them on Halloween
Told them holler back with the suede pumas
Dollar green y'kna mean? Heated up to
The temperature tar boil
Y'all just gawk like gargoyle
Mind your manners, or be RIP
Local bartenders call him barfly V
He used they CDs as coasters
Harassed their street team and
Graffitied up their posters
Don't appear too drunk
And let a stare turn into a "yeah
You- punk!"
Told the host "make sure he last, yo"
Any other order might be a fiasco
V flow like cash flow on
The first of the month
For broke niggas that's thirst for the blunt
He kept a pocket full of posies
Always had a rocket, why's she so nosey?
Looking at my Seiko, it's about to be Waco
And it won't be televised and
You can make sure (Hey, hey hey get down
What the fuck you doin' man)
Turn jake to Bac-Os
(Oh man let's get the fuck outta here)
Money over snake hoes
Oh fuck man, damn!
They shot my nigga Lil Willie
Yeah yeah whats up y'all you
Know we back in the
House cold chillin' got the brother
From another mother holla!
I get my weed from the best sources
I like it smooth
Not coarse like horse hooves
The weeds I smoke never touched by pesticides
To smoke that chem weed simply suicide
The way it’s grown is very important
I only smoke the plants that are very potent
And when I blaze, I feel bionic
'Cause the weed I smoke is hydroponic
Yeah alright-right cut his mic, cut
His mic yeah, yeah, yeah
That was nice brother alright we
Got my man right here
Comin' up on the microphone his
Name is Creature! Holla!
The human skyscraper
Who skydives into a pool of
Alcohol to get intoxicated
Like paying child support and
Taxes I’m forever hated however bruh
I stated I’m bugged like tapped phones
When it’s on
I’ll make your heart chaperone your
Bones to the funeral home
I cast the first stones that
Smash a youth’s dome
A car crash out of my body spirit's roam
You do what to who?
You must be sniffing glue like The Ramones
I’ll tear a brother’s flesh until
The skeleton is showing
I’m coarse like a corpse whose
Mouth and ass got asewn spit poisonous poems
Even your boys know fuckin’ with
This your ass'll be gone let it be known
Brother spittin’ that tired shit
Should be dodgin’ this
‘Cause I test brothers’ hearts
Like a cardiologist
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Thank you goddamnit give me the
Muthafuckin mic alright up next
Up we got my nigga i don't know what
The fuck he is or what he look like i
Hope his mouth don't stink
His name is Viktor!
Respect, it's V what the heck?
Y'all know who's the best might
As well cut the check
They didn't know the face
But by the name they knew him
Racist against rappers
They all look the same to him
They used to beg him not
To egg them on Halloween
Told them holler back with the suede pumas
Dollar green y'kna mean? Heated up to
The temperature tar boil
Y'all just gawk like gargoyle
Mind your manners, or be RIP
Local bartenders call him barfly V
He used they CDs as coasters
Harassed their street team and
Graffitied up their posters
Don't appear too drunk
And let a stare turn into a "yeah
You- punk!"
Told the host "make sure he last, yo"
Any other order might be a fiasco
V flow like cash flow on
The first of the month
For broke niggas that's thirst for the blunt
He kept a pocket full of posies
Always had a rocket, why's she so nosey?
Looking at my Seiko, it's about to be Waco
And it won't be televised and
You can make sure (Hey, hey hey get down
What the fuck you doin' man)
Turn jake to Bac-Os
(Oh man let's get the fuck outta here)
Money over snake hoes
Oh fuck man, damn!
They shot my nigga Lil Willie