Who is V? u ask...The answer is....

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 the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding 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.

I am V

Behind me, I see them all
The shadows , as they rise and fall
For the end, I can hear them call
Standing we are, in a dark deserted hall,

And oh , they got their guns in their hands,
Cowards they are, so behind they stand,
All of them ready to shoot at my back.
And they plan to wrap my corpse in a sack

C'mon, if you are worth your birth ,fight facing my face,
If you got it in you, try matching my pace,
Try tearing my lungs by Stabbin me thrice
Try Rippin off my veins, and pouring some ice

But you cant of course live up to that
Your bodies too thin, your asses too fat
And its now my turn to show what I've got in me,
Behold everyone, make room for V

I am V, the one who broke his nose
I am V, the one who choked him close
I am V, the one ,the forgotten from the past
I am V, the one who kicked thou ass,

So its time for you scums to face your destiny,
So who will be the one who's gonna be slaughtered by me,
Your skulls are wide opened up, I see your pink brains,
The hook is angled on your neck, and your blood flows in the drains

Yeah...

Is there no one else, to face the wrath of me!
I'llrip them off, I'll crush 'em down and show my hospitality
If you still think you can win try taking another shot at me
Enuff is enuff, no no..fine..Its time for penalty...

C'mon, if you are worth your birth ,fight facing my face,
If you got it in you, try matching my pace,
Try tearing my lungs by Stabbin me thrice
Try Rippin off my veins, and pouring some ice

But you cant of course live up to that
Your bodies too thin, your asses too fat
And its now my turn to show what I've got in me,
Behold everyone, make room for V

I am V, the one who broke his nose
I am V, the one who choked him close
I am V, the one ,the forgotten from the past
I am V, the one who kicked thou ass,