A Modern Day Mugging

Lyrics for A Modern Day Mugging

"Viktor Vaughn you are accused of" "Ha-ha fool did you really thing Viktor Vaughn could be captured so easily? Ah" "We have a suspect, we have a witness But we have no vic' taking in authorized overtime" He used to get straight A's Nowadays get way paid is the pet phrase Set the stage, preferably night time Daylight reserved for research and writin' rhymes Things is harder than the tarnish on the garnish And his gold teeth to eat, gosh darn-it behold, he Goin' all out to the fullest, all dipped Chrome four-fiddith, no bullets no clip Black electric tape over the hole in the handle If you hold it right and hit 'em with it they can't tell But still, you gotta be careful Dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earful V personal favors, "Please don't kill me" Empty out your pockets and I probably wont willy But if you don't hurry up and shut up, I'll kill ya Now lay down and count to a hundred loud will ya? When the nickle gleam like its greased up Thugs turn to icicles, hard rocks freezed up This could all be a distraction just to buy time to blast you So keep something to cut in case you has to If he was on the island he'd probably rob the millionaire And be known for wilin' out like Bob Dylan here These clever war tips You wont get from cats who never wore skips Now lets get down to brass tacks Follow procedure and count stacks like NASDAQ Don't be caught snoozin' In the early morning hours from a long night of boozing Stick 'em up chump, you know what this is Do the right thing you might live to see your kids All he said was "C'mon don't shoot" So shook I think he shit his Sean Jean suit Why you starin', run your chain like an errand And your girl earrings, and what y'all wearin' Survival tactics for when things get too gritty He feels it's his duty to the people of the city Just so long as nobody get hurt It keep your average civilian on point and alert And don't forget to check her D-cup Now I bust how he got this duck for his re-up Then he's back on the bricks, smokin' indo Never let a handy fiend fix your broken window Oh, who wanna hate the witty lurker Who follow y'all on the late, dressed like a city worker Ok miss, come up off that bracelet Just got your hair did don't make me waste it So, go to Hades get the devil for his stash But no old ladies unless you're sure they carry mad cash Like the one from the liquor store He watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score Before he told the whore "Get on the floor" She pulled out and let off like quick draw McGraw Damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo He would've let her have it, if he had the ammo Its all in good fun, true Moral of the story son duke Senior citizens'll bust their guns too Word