I Mean You No Harm

[Intro: Sample]
I can assure you, I mean you no harm
Who are you?
Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask
Well, I can see that
Of course, you can, I’m not questioning your powers of observation, I’m merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is
Oh, right
But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both
Victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere
Veneer of vanity, is it vestige of thе vox populi, now vacant, vanished
As the once vital voicе of the verisimilitude now venerates what they
Once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation
Stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent
Vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and
Voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a
Vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of
Such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this
Vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction
And so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V

[Verse: NøtInVain]
Gotta get over myself to get over you
I get this feeling in my head
I'm glad we waited but now these days
I feel this pain in both my legs
Should've faced my actions but instead, I hid
And you moved on before I even opened my eyelids
Remember the names we picked out for the five kids
In talks to give my niece a lil cousin
Cause like every day we were bussin'
Could've taken better care of myself
Waking up next to you and Remi
Was the best day of my life
What the hell
Compromised and got a pit bull with a birth defect
He's down a leg and I'm about to match
Cause I was depressed
Hope I didn't eat myself to death
Cause I barely feel my nerves in a physical way
They're present and accounted for in my head
My thoughts keep me with the birds
But I'm too scared to spark another blunt
I took one to the face
And it launched me up into outer space
Same shit I smoked for a whole two weeks straight
I guarantee that the shit wasn't laced
My doctor thinks I just put too much pressure on it
Or it could also be neuropathy mixed with psychosis
Cause bitch I got cirrhosis
Kinda soundin' like binge, it had that name for a reason
Welcome to The Joe Show, bitch, help renew another season, yuh

[Outro]
Like a toddler scribblin' with a Crayola
You put it on the fridge and encourage him to keep it up
If he draws and paints and writes, he'll end up in a museum
The trick is keepin' with it
And not putting it down
When there's a tornado comin' into town
(not in vain, not in vain, not in vain)