Open Mic Nite, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Willie B]
(We got a brother from around the way)
Yeah, yeah, what's up y'all?
You know we back in the house cold chillin'
Got the brother from another mother
Holla!

[Verse 1: Hydro]
I get my weed from the best sources
I like it smooth, not coarse like horse hooves
The weeds I smoke never touched by pesticides
To smoke that chem weed—simply suicide
The way it’s grown is very important
I only smoke the plants that are very potent
And when I blaze, I feel bionic
'Cause the weed I smoke is... hydroponic

[Interlude: Willie B]
Yeah alright-right
Cut his mic, cut his mic
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that was nice brother
Alright we got my man right here comin' up on the microphone
His name is Creature! Holla!

[Verse 2: Creature]
The human skyscraper
Who skydives into a pool of alcohol to get intoxicated
Like paying child support and taxes, I’m forever hated
However bruh, I stated I’m bugged like tapped phones, when it’s on
I’ll make your heart chaperone your bones to the funeral homes
I cast the first stones that smash Medusa's dome
In a car crash out of my body spirits roam, you do what to who?
You must be sniffing glue like The Ramones
I’ll tear a brother’s flesh until the skeleton is showing
I'm coarse like a corpse's whose mouth and ass I got it sewn
Spit poisonous poems
Even your boys know f*ckin’ with this—your ass'll be gone
Let it be known
Brother spittin’ that tired sh*t should be dodgin’ this
‘Cause I test brothers’ hearts like a cardiologist
[Interlude: Willie B]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thank you goddamnit, give me the motherf*ckin mic
Alright up next up we got my n*gga
I don't know what the f*ck he is or what he look like
I hope his mouth don't stink
His name is Viktor!

[Verse 3: Viktor Vaughn]
Respect, it's V, what the heck?
Y'all know who's the best, might as well cut the check
They didn't know the face, but by the name they knew him
Racist against rappers, they all look the same to him
They used to beg him not to egg 'em on Halloween
Told them holler back with the suede pumas, dollar green
Nah'mean? Heated up to the temperature tar boil
Y'all just gawk like gargoyle
Mind your manners, or be R.I.P
Local bartenders call him Barfly V
He used they CDs as coasters
Harassed their street team and graffitied up their posters
Don't appear too drunk
And let a stare turn into a "yeah, you, punk!"
Told the host, "Make sure he last, yo"
Any other order might be a fiasco
V flow like cashflow on the first of the month
For broke n*ggas that's thirst for the blunt
He kept a pocket full of posies
Always had a rocket, why's she so nosey?
Looking at my Seiko, it's about to be Waco
And it won't be televised and you can make sure
(Hey, hey, hey, get down, what the f*ck you doin' man)
Turn jake to Bac-Os
(Oh man let's get the f*ck out of here)
Money over snake hoes
[Man]
Oh f*ck man, damn!
They shot my n*gga Lil Willie