V's the Vinyl Vandal, audio channel scandal Twelve hour candle, ear canal's in a tangle Sound waves mangle, mind left to dangle Beats so dense they could strangle an angel Mask of wax, tracks stacked to the max! Twelve clicks daily, brain's under attack! Sampler sorcerer, rhythm enforcer Spittin' verses perverse as a unicorn horse-sir! Lyrical lexicon! Plexi-glass exo-skeleton! Twelve-hour marathon! No slack or slackin' son! Headphone high roller! Bass line holy roller! Speaker squealer, pitch shifter, tone folder! Analog bandit, sonic savage damage Twelve hour ravage, ears can't manage Rapping rings round Saturn, flow pattern So ill it'll leave your mind feeling flattened V's got more layers than an onion casserole... Twelve hour rigmarole, no pit stops or parol... Beats bouncing off his cranium like a pinball... Each bar's a star, constellation lyrical... Audio alchemist, transmuting noise to gold... Twelve-hour hold on the sonic stronghold... METAPHORS SO RAW THEY COME WITH A WARNING LABEL! SPITTING MYTHOLOGY THAT'D LEAVE EVEN AESOP FABLED! Villain of vinyl, with a style most vital! Twelve-hour recital, every verse is entitled! To mess with your mental, go deep transcendental! V's rhyme rental's anything but gentle!
