[Intro]
Hm
What a sad, strange tune he's playing
Hahaha
I have evidence, and I can prove it!
—and I can prove it!

[Verse 1: Viktor Vaughn]
Dub it off your man, don't spend that ten bucks
I did it for the advance, the back end sucks
It's better than sittin' up in a crack den with the MAC-11
Yellin' at your fiends and friends to duck
There's feds at the door! Oh, it's just Fed Ex
I thought I heard walkie-talkies, must've been them redneck
Neighbors of mine - they fuckin with they CB
And we in the spot, watchin' COPS on TV
Blazin' greens, thumpin' Big's first cd
Drinkin' OE, hopin' pigs don't see
If they were psychic, they'd try to give him the electric chair
It's gettin' hectic in here, and it's a election year
Keep this section clear, VIP
Shed a few tears since a knee-high G
And got more tricks up my sleeve, cough, hiccup and sneeze
Make a emcee sick and dry heave, wheeze
They must be still allergic to a
Real raw rhymer with skills that surgical
Take the day off and lay off the crazy water
It don't faze V as he lay up with your lazy daughter
With your lazy daughter
[Verse 2: Viktor Vaughn]
Heat the bake, V came to eat your team's steak
And for dessert, a treat, the green cake
So much sweets it's a dream, it seem fake
These type themes make your beat machine break
It's on the fritz, put it on the Ritz
And watch what he gets, once his mitts is on the glitz
A lot of rappers are soft tit and talk shit
They need to do us all a big favor: cork it
Spit it like raw grits, get it?
They better off forfeit, admit it
Relaxin' in your town once the tour quit
V keep comin' back with more and more hits
More hits

[Outro]
He had a way with the world's most beautiful
Most seductive, most glamorous women
He did away with that
What happened to you anyway?
What was the trouble Viktor?
Nothing at all
Viktor, the way you look!
Yes?
You're exhausted
You didn't get any sleep at all last night, did you?
I was working, er—reading
Who's outside?
What was the trouble Viktor?
I was detained