Mr. Clean - Viktor Vaughn

Study your history—

Whoever don’t?

I pity the fool like Mr. T

Knowledge: this degree, it ain’t no mystery

«What you gon' do» or «what you know» is what is to see

And that’s more than meets the eyeball

Now who wants to buy a brand new tsetse fly call?

Alright y’all (zooom), the speed was break-neck

Faster than the hi-speed, dual cassette tape deck

(How far?) The distance was light-speed

He went to see a buddy who said he had some white weed

In case it might need, it didn’t mean much

For in his lean clutch was the elusive green Dutch

Who that?

Kinga, Vaughn’s younger brother

A real live swinger who rock Louis Vuitton pleather

And he walk around like he think he king

Even made the hood-rats stop to kiss his pinky ring

Like a soup sandwich on a hand dish

Some say his language is way too outlandish

He did his thing, spoke in a jig-slang

And translate Einstein’s theory of The Big Bang

He told his boo: «Boo, I put a spell on you

Stay with me, whether we broke or we well-to-do

If it don’t work, the hell with 'cha

May the doorknob hit 'cha where the poor slob bit 'cha»

What you thought ya' darn skeezer?

The G of a mack and the steez of a geezer

True man of leisure, she must’ve caught amnesia

Paid off the 8th grade fade or a Caesar

He was known for his thick skin

Part Zimbabwean and part Trini mixed in

Big shot, sold a guy a pound of pig snot

Said it was proven to remove stains and ink spots

Kinky flow, dripped down her leg to her pinky toe

Chinky ho, who don’t know as much as she think she know

One wink she stepped to him like a Slinky, yo'

Wig like a mink skin, soft like Twinkie dough

Then he kissed the queen, and told her she need Listerine

Twist the green, it’s laced with antihistamine

Enough to make you make your face up like Mr. Bean

V hit the scene like: «Fuck it—give me a Mr. Clean»

Shit, tired of all this

It’s too hot out here, to be having all this shit, man

Shit, take it off

Take it all off, boss

No matter what the cost