Never Dead
(专辑: Vaudeville Villain - 2003)
[M. Sayyid:] Curt Strifer The
loon goon with the
tunes in his tomb Hotter than June Since had a
twisted crib into he fumes Kids trip on his broom Press twills for schills, shag with the
half moon Cab to the
school, straight to the
bathroom To take a
piss then help the
teacher With the
creatures that inflated from the
ethers And it's waitin in the
beakers the
bite on teen features The
preachers come with sermons and parents pack bleachers Yo, it's done Mr. Kim, I
shrunk 'em down to ticks Just hit me at noon with sixty dollars and two knicks I
gotta split, yo va, ah I'll kicks What's the
shit, black? yo, how you nukin? [Viktor Vaughn:] Reactin with the
core breach spewin, ya darn tootin Right after this rec you might expect lootin Nasty drop the
rhyme like lime then tequilla Flippin like optimus prime to a
ten wheeler V
set the
scheme on his own team like Starscream Then go hit the
bar scene all like 'na mean?' Go to school every day, except for when he play hookey That's the
days he play bookey If I
don't study I'm a
cheat off Peter Parker Keep a
liter of vodka inside my locker Use it like a
book on the
grey goose scenario Play you like a
stereo hey you, where he go? I'm bout to blow one of y'all monkeys out the
frame Whoever gypped my locker and took my Donkey Kong Game & Watch, don't even try to put it back so I
can find I
later Word to Koch, it's Vaughn against the
ninth graders [M. Sayyid:] Haters, you fuckin with cats who's heads are sharp as alligators Pull out the
ox cutter, dig in then I
mutter, I
stutter what I
utter Then check in your little cash flow or give my nigga back his Hasbro I
catch ya, stab slow and that's woh Shorty with the
big talk, you gotta go. swing on the
drip to leave scars Blood spattered on his fat laced abdul jabbars Now we're gettin chased through school with jars Principal jumped up with his dick in the
mouth of Ms. Mars Picked up the
tele, sweatin for some squad cars Cats tried to cut us off by the
garage But V
pulled out the
nicky yelled 'life's chance is slim' like Lionel Richie [Viktor Vaughn:] There's no finer sound then when you let off a
nine round Before the
slug find the
ground V
be in Chinatown Uh, give me a
slew of m-80's A
carton of those hick chasers, and two of them ladies It's like the
hood black market Where you get goods for gats to put in packed chocolate To your health, we rock Chinese strippers Me and King Gilizwe and two guyanese strippers On the
radio, "Mack the
Knife" I
watched him freeze roaches and bring 'em straight back to life He used a
different approach than I
ever read The
only thing he ever said was 'the roach is never dead' We studied transfigurations and different ways To break the
trance off the
nigga nations It's even bigger with the
Haitians, no time for litigations [M. Sayyid:] And that was science for the
head, so we did the
knowledge and sped to the
shed Mixin dog bone with egg It says 'add body hair?, The
heart of a
hen, a
fig, lay it under the
bed will turn back time' And that's just what we did Next day walked in the
school from the
crib laughin, yo limpin like a
cane And as a
pass V
Yo c, you see I
got my game, right?