| Song | Popsnot |
| Artist | MF Doom |
| Album | Vaudeville Villain |
| 作词 : Dumile, McDonald | |
| It last longer if take a picture | |
| It Viktor the slickster | |
| I pick her | |
| Sips Schlitz malt liquor | |
| Still up in the mixture like a fixture | |
| Y'all seen the sticker with the sick fillin | |
| Vik sta | |
| He stacks chips by any rich way | |
| And keep black lips fuck what any bitch say | |
| It ain't no time for no tip or tatt | |
| Y'all better aim for the head | |
| Just don't hit the fitted hat | |
| Wondered since time ago it's just time to go | |
| As for right now though | |
| The hour show rhyme flow | |
| He got more of those and lines for dime hoes | |
| And act fancy | |
| Wit more clothes than Delaney | |
| Don't let him house you out on Houston | |
| Or catch you downtown on Broadway browsing | |
| Whoever got the most bags get followed | |
| Give it up or get you in the old hag hollow | |
| Smash | |
| It Viktor the slicksta | |
| It's like limbo | |
| how low can you go | |
| Vee go lower than your bimbo panty hose | |
| Damn yo | |
| I say that's pretty damn low | |
| In the city streets with more ammo than Rambo | |
| Hambo | |
| Y'all don't want Vee in it | |
| Make the coolest cat piss his Coogi in a minute | |
| When he blow and get ballin at the top slot | |
| Twenty G's a head for whoever's calling cop shot | |
| Kack, kack, kack, kack, kack | |
| Popsnot | |
| Tender headed | |
| Get they wig split wit folk sheen | |
| V manufacture gun cleaning kits for poe dean | |
| Party people ask him how you so mean and still quiet could it be the codine in your diet | |
| I'm like what I look like a doctor | |
| Let the pork stop I got the clear meat the vodka | |
| Cork tops step up to hustle like the new guy | |
| Gun busting and drugs the penalties to high | |
| Make you wonder who they speak for it's only one side benefiting off the street war | |
| And he skeet galore just to make ya badder | |
| Many gone stab they own man up like Jacob ladder | |
| I still worry when I'm out on the hop hot | |
| Realer ill flurry that might pop ya knot | |
| I feel that Bill Murray get more run then the whop got | |
| Shop for a yacht | |
| Klackup | |
| Popsnot |
| zuò cí : Dumile, McDonald | |
| It last longer if take a picture | |
| It Viktor the slickster | |
| I pick her | |
| Sips Schlitz malt liquor | |
| Still up in the mixture like a fixture | |
| Y' all seen the sticker with the sick fillin | |
| Vik sta | |
| He stacks chips by any rich way | |
| And keep black lips fuck what any bitch say | |
| It ain' t no time for no tip or tatt | |
| Y' all better aim for the head | |
| Just don' t hit the fitted hat | |
| Wondered since time ago it' s just time to go | |
| As for right now though | |
| The hour show rhyme flow | |
| He got more of those and lines for dime hoes | |
| And act fancy | |
| Wit more clothes than Delaney | |
| Don' t let him house you out on Houston | |
| Or catch you downtown on Broadway browsing | |
| Whoever got the most bags get followed | |
| Give it up or get you in the old hag hollow | |
| Smash | |
| It Viktor the slicksta | |
| It' s like limbo | |
| how low can you go | |
| Vee go lower than your bimbo panty hose | |
| Damn yo | |
| I say that' s pretty damn low | |
| In the city streets with more ammo than Rambo | |
| Hambo | |
| Y' all don' t want Vee in it | |
| Make the coolest cat piss his Coogi in a minute | |
| When he blow and get ballin at the top slot | |
| Twenty G' s a head for whoever' s calling cop shot | |
| Kack, kack, kack, kack, kack | |
| Popsnot | |
| Tender headed | |
| Get they wig split wit folk sheen | |
| V manufacture gun cleaning kits for poe dean | |
| Party people ask him how you so mean and still quiet could it be the codine in your diet | |
| I' m like what I look like a doctor | |
| Let the pork stop I got the clear meat the vodka | |
| Cork tops step up to hustle like the new guy | |
| Gun busting and drugs the penalties to high | |
| Make you wonder who they speak for it' s only one side benefiting off the street war | |
| And he skeet galore just to make ya badder | |
| Many gone stab they own man up like Jacob ladder | |
| I still worry when I' m out on the hop hot | |
| Realer ill flurry that might pop ya knot | |
| I feel that Bill Murray get more run then the whop got | |
| Shop for a yacht | |
| Klackup | |
| Popsnot |