[Part I: Fall Back]

[Verse 1]

Emcees fall back

It's Vik' in your ear with the whole ball of wax

Call or fax for the freshest rhyme delivery

Or takeout, for the fake-you-out ballers in the industry

Boss with the Lee jeans, bad man, you know V

They say he's a cross between Adnan Khashoggi

And Sho Kosugi, he said your chain is sure dookie

The piece is like a mystery entity, eh, spooky

What's its worth? A gun or a knife slice

Catch a bus once or twice or run for your life price

An arm and a leg, the lead is ghetto red hot

Calm 'til we fled the spot or leg arm head shot

[Verse 2]

You on the battlefield with lyrical militants

Know he's feelin' bent when he see little pink elephants

Never forget, memorize the elements

Keep the mic sterilized, terrorize with eloquence

And mellow eyelids, tell no lies, kids

These guys ask 'em what's their shelltoe size is

Shields up dumb dumb, where we come from

We thump it out for fun, and that's no conundrum

Pick a bone goon, it's V with the sicker known show tunes

On a full moon, lick your own wounds

Lighten up the stratosphere, shootin'

Slugs is nameless, aim caressin' Vladimir Putin

His matted hair was too thin to cut into a gumby

Nothin' to V, he feel his bum knee

It's about to rain, there goes my two-way

Out of range, it's a strange new day, touché

It's all good like down home-cookin'

He left with the crown on his dome and kept bookin'

His men run Crooklyn

Keep 1 in 10 huns hookin', no offense, none tooken

It's more funner than lookin'

The pound of the war drum had your poor son shooken'

Sometimes he feel he need to stop juxin'

Then he say "nah" with a real sly crook grin

Vik's style of rhyme will bug out Joe Sixpack

Slick while the time he dug out your chick's back

She wore a thong in her youth

These days she's a bit long in the tooth

Part II: Titty Fat

[Verse]

Just chewin' on the titty fat

Pursuin' the kitty cat, droolin' on her pretty hat

Playing pool and pitty-pat, stay in school kiddies, brats

Instead of spraying tools and shitty gats

Layin' cool, where they at?

Same jewels as silly rats rulin' with gritty stats

Coolin' where the cliques be at

It's no time for chitty chat, fool V pity that

Follow your instincts

I told her time and time again not to swallow pink drinks

I guess it's just how the hollow link clinks

V, the fink who made the chink in the mink wink

They say he need a shrink

On the brink to pipe it when her sink made his pinky stink

Instead, he asked her for some paper and some ink

Could have flipped it longer 'cept the beat was rather rinky-dink

Still workin' out the kinks

Every time he thinks his third eye blinks

It must be in the blood like zinc

Glassy-eyed V put your CD on jinx