[Part 1]

[Intro]

And so, Viktor Vaughn hid from the world

A fascinating story, but it changes nothing

[Interlude]

[Outro]

Oh, word

Nah, yo, change that beat

That's alright, but, the other shit— other shit was iller

[Part 2]

[Intro]

Word, word

Yo, that shit is dope right there

[Verse 1]

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

[Part 3]

[Verse 2]

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

[Part 4]

[Verse 3]

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

[Part 5]

[Verse 4]

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)

[Outro]

Yo, Max, yo, change that beat, yo

You got another one?

Nah, yo