Oh, man. I need some *** cash or something. ***. I need to rob somebody's *** house. How about this one? Hmm. Yep. It's a piece of piss if it wasn't for this *** dog, man. ***. ***. All right. It's all good. Let's do this. All right. Hey, doggy. Doggy. Rex. Yeah. Want a biscuit? Yeah. Want a biscuit? That's a good dog. All right. Just get up Oi. Rex. Rex. Ralph. Whatever your *** name is. Shut the *** up. I'm cheeky when y'all can't see me. I'm sneaking around and even house taps leaking. Bills build up. Uh-uh. No peeking. ***. No speaking. This is most definitely overly repetitive. Slow your career down like you're on sedatives. Hi, Mom. I'm on TV. Stop blending this pop rap mix and listen to my relatives. My, oh, my, fig hair's gone crazy. No, just made it so radio will play me. Adjust my voice. Write wack raps. Don't say ***. Instead say ***. Lack the intelligence of fat ladies. Elephants. Hell sent shady. So heaven sent the elements of hip hop and pop music to use it. Now to make money so fig will abuse it. My, oh, my, fig hair's gone crazy. No angel but no Slim Shady. Just does rap. Don't sing. He's lazy. Flow amazing. Money making show. So here he comes. Big kid. Fighting the scum. And playing with danger. Criminal speed. Running away from the world's number one. Who's saving the day? So check one, two. On the way to saving you. I'm in the phone booth. Jump out and guess who? The most strategic. Consider a hero. I help paraplegics. Here I am, ma'am. Can I help you with your groceries? Actually, what you got here? I can do emojis. No, I don't mean to be mean. I'm more playful. Stay with the elderly people and play balls. How many superheroes can say they'll do that? Now forget burning buildings, farming, all that. Batman for Joker. Superman for Lex Luthor. Spider-Man for Goblin. Me for Home Intruders. Even though it's probably me to begin with. It's easier to track down the criminal's footprint. So the public feels safer when I'm on the streets. Leaking my identity all over these beats now. My, oh my, Vic is gone crazy. No angel, but no Slim Shady. Just does rap, don't sing, he's lazy. Flow amazing. Money making. So here he comes. Big kid. Fighting the scum. And playing with danger. Criminal speed. Running away from the world's number one. Who's saving the day? I find myself lost with my criminal intentions. I wanna be the superhero at the comic book conventions. But I seem to rob banks while I'm making my deposits. Take the cash home, then dump it in the closet. Go to sleep to wake up to spend my fast money. And turn myself in so my ass just has nothing. Wish I could decide which side I stand for. But when I try to control it, it happens even more. I play the evil villain. My own arch nemesis. Stop myself though. Makes it effort effortless. Throw myself in jail. Break out within a week. Catch myself again. The cycle keeps repeating. So while I'm jacking cars, I'm giving them rights back. I'm not the type of person that's on the right track. Got two personalities, neither do agree. So now you know how hard it is to be me. My oh my, Vic is gone crazy. No angel, but no Slim Shady. Just does rap, don't sing. He's lazy, flow amazing. Money making. So here he comes. Big kid. Hiding the scum. And playing with danger. Criminal speed. Running away from the world's number one. Who's saving the day?