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