Viktor wild islander, bring out the child in ya Singing out the silence to a more violent And heil Hitler I'm in the cut looking for some puss to pick apart Dirty, like us riding in a whip that really isn't ours Storming out the door, don't press record I hate my fucking voice Trying to kill that noise, performing fill that void, slightly I'm swimming in water that's been dicey since landing And I'm owing these niggas nothing Like all I've been handing for free Don't pan your cameras to me, ho don't command me to speak I got these little niggas swinging from the banners Throwing facts in his pijamas Walking slow because the cameras keep his stamina weak And you can catch him like some halibut after a bad accident Trying to get [?] piece Out, Villain, Earl, Captain they commanding your street now Rapping good as mother fucking janitors sweep now Get the business handled, get the cannabis cheap now It's a bunch of nuggets on him like sand on a beach towel Captain's back (yay) [?] put the mic away (where?) Beside a microwave (oh) When I die I bet you might go wave He blowing bubbles at the pearly gates Took a stuffy with the king but only seen my face I'm writing darker pieces in my thesis I'm hiding in the park with all your nieces Trading head for Resse's pieces