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, plexiglass exoskeleton

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