Untitled a.K.A. Change the Beat (Bonus Track)

And so, Viktor Vaughn hid from the world A fascinating story, but it changes nothing Oh, word Nah, yo, change that beat That's alright, but, the other shit— other shit was iller Word, word Yo, that shit is dope right there A modern day marvel, but terrible— better, horrible When he grab the mic from son, he crushed up all his metacarpals He said he ain't mean it, totally by accident After the show, he didn't follow where y'all taxi went Will this be available on wax? Ask Max Mill They on the opposition to his ass-wack tax bill But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant And it's super like 1-A, have a fun stay One day, he plan to put in a runway With enough land for his own projects and gun play Section eight penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway A lot of y'all ass out like gay runaway It's, how they say? Semi-risqué All day everyday, give out Emmys the quick way Have the average MC say, "Give me a sick day" They really ain't got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh (Oh, shit) Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch In school, he kept a durag in a bag lunch Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit and spit He writ this skit in Sanskrit If the pants fit, sport 'em, but rock 'em low Your man like Rollo on the slow, can't knock it, though It's like the same hustle, bro, two knuckles glow Tucked in Le Tigre just to let the name buckle show Good googly moogly, see that loogie? Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley You don't watch her, he might house her like Doogie Just to cut her loosie like, swoosh, Mitsurugi Gooey gum drops Who he got his style from? His pops You gotta give the bum some props Ask your sister, her beat box is more thicker DOOM that nigga detox with more liquor Villain for hire, admire the sound Make sure the price is right before he come on down (Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh) Rappers be on some, "You, you, you" Forgot who they talking to, too much pork stew They need to not come out with nothing new Blew the whole shit up on some, "What this button do?" DOOM cheat the game like walkthrough Run 'em, son 'em like Mr. Rourke do Tattoo The way a lot of clowns get down is unnatural This flow flip like oranges, apples Rhymes is like limes to a Lemonade Snapple Leave her at the chapel, don't eat scrapple First thing they notice when they come to is they bling is gone Then they start remembering the Klingon with the rings on In came the Villain with the old gear like, "Hi, there" "Y'all play the rear, this whole year my year" Metal Face beard like Brillo pad Y'all know his steelo, so don't feel so bad Seed call him, "Old dad," the one the old ho had Knew he was a winner since a swimmer in the gonads Okay, pal, pay him like PayPal So we could be A-OK, not O.K. Corral I think today, I'll make the ladies say, "Ow" And maybe fuck around take a bow now Who made his first mill and still carry razor blades? Used to be straight A's and still made the grade? Retarded ass, how he get cash so fast? Year after last, he left back in the retarded class Should've went to BOCES Watch him all closely, who he think he supposed to be? Villain who always win, at least he stay consistent Find out where that bitch went, get a room, pitch a tent (Yeah) Yo, Max, yo, change that beat, yo You got another one? Nah, yo