[Viktor Vaughn}
Vik slick talk, with a cough full of North
Of course New York floss, don't know and blew pork
Before you walk across, look both ways
The third and the fourth of them nowaday old phase
Kept a dog on a wooden leg and hustled all night in the fog on the reg
Even dressed like a bum and could beg
Instead did the other on the strength, what a good egg
Been bred to win, since headspins, ooh them gems
Spread too thin, depends on who's losing
Heads do spin, it's deaded, now who's in?
The gang's all here, enough combined slang to bang all year
It's on like it ain't never been on cordless before
Report for lawless, boss is off shore
With horses, hanging the tablets, mating with rabbits
Habits til they hate 'em and had it, dammit
And it's gone with the wind, dead wrong
A song, with a spin and a grin
Out of style, with the blow out for mild mannered smile
Like a foul wild Spaniard on the soul out
Vaughn, the one you trick-a-don
Why stick it, if you gotta slip a slicker on, Viktor Vaughn