Текст песни MF Doom is Viktor Vaughn - Lickupon
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Confirmation of your worse fearsEver since his first years had a thirst for beersBack from the future, it`ll make you more sober-erAnd brought back a long list of fakers who crossed overI`m like, fuck it, bubble-ballerCatch ‘em up at Bob`s show, stall him with a troubled callerBastard, who could make G`s fasterThan a newly re-mastered while being truly plasteredThere`s four sides to every storyIf these walls could talk, they`d probably still ignore meContemplate war over a cup of warm coffeeIt`s really getting gory, tell your problem to MauryDon`t bore V with the "glory, hallelu-ey"Crews be like, foo-ey he`s just a buncha hoo-eyI knew he had new G, who he? Viktor VaughnHe had a new sicker song, I think he call it "Lickupon"Umm but uh, he study rhymes and patter-insClimb so steep sometimes the beat don`t be matteringSounded like a half-dead from [???Scurvy band rock???]A programmed, computer bio-grafted Herbie HancockMaybe next life he`ll try harderDied a martyr at the hands of the fire-starterMore scripts ripped available for via barterTransport a stack to the lab via charterOn the microphone he came to daze and amaze ya`What a guy, practice banging flies with razorsAnd watch out for the robot, he got eyes with lasersTell ‘em when they come with more topics besides blazersEnough with the guns already, they`re all toys and lamesThe joy`s in the aim, he asked him, how`s ya` poison game?Do you bust your crossbow? Also, more soAccurate body blows to torso, thought soThese flows you won`t find in no "how-to"If the blacksmith doubt you, he smack the shit out youMake nothing gone, let nothing twitchJust don`t be near the mic when the on-button switchV bring the beef like a trucker to FuddruckerDelivery to all y`all motherfuckers and bloodsuckerCoping more pleas than when a rap nigga bicker onAnd that`s my word is bond, I think he call it "Lickupon"Umm, he wrote this one with a fever sick in bedWith his dickhead inside a chickenheadNo, a dead chicken`s head, he said it help his nauseaIf he lost ya`, wait ‘til he tell you about the flying saucerDag, the kickback`ll leave your wig raggedFor a big bag of good grizzle and some Zig-ZagSurvival, keep a rival in denialAnd bust what he got just for coming out his pie-holeDie calmer than a suicide-bomberV just the type to do a hoo-ride with mommaSaid to James Bond, my name is Viktor, Viktor VaughnTold the chick the quickest way to get on, lickupon