paroles de chanson Fall Back / Titty Fat - Viktor Vaughn
(MF
Doom)
MC's
fall
back
Cause
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
B
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,
ill
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
led
is
ghetto
red
hot
Calm
'til
we
fled
the
spot
or
leg
arm
head
shot
You
on
the
battlefield
with
lyrical
militants
That
know
he
feelin
bent
when
he
see
lil'
pink
elephants
And
never
forget,
to
memorize
the
elements
Keep
the
mic
sterilized,
terrorize
your
eloquence
Of
mellow
eyelids,
tell
no
lies
kids
To
these
guys
askin
what's
the
shelltoe
size
is
Shields
up
dum
dum,
where
we
come
from
We
thump
it
out
for
fun,
and
that's
no
conundrum
Pick
a
bone
goon,
it's
me
with
the
sicker
known
showtunes
On
a
full
moon,
lick
your
old
wounds
Lighten
up
the
stratosphere,
shootin
slugs
His
name
was
{nkarest?}
Vladimir
Putin
His
matted
hair
was
too
thin
to
cut
into
a
gumby
Nuttin
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,
touche
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
hons
hookin,
no
offense,
none
tooken
It's
more
funner
than
lookin
The
pound
of
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
all
the
time
he
dug
out
yo'
chick's
back
She
wore
a
thong
in
her
youth
These
days
she's
a
bit
long
in
the
tooth
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
spring
tools
and
shitty
gats
Layin
cool,
where
they
at?
Same
jewels
as
silly
rats
rulin
with
gritty
stacks
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
a
stinky
stink
Instead
he
asked
her
for
some
paper
and
some
ink
Coulda
flipped
it
longer
'cept
the
beat
was
rather
rinky-dink
Still
workin
out
the
kinks
Everytime
he
thinks
his
third
eye
blinks
It
must
be
in
your
blood
like
zinc
Glassy-eyed
V
put
your
CD
on
jinx
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