[Dialogue from "The Goonies"]
"Don't you guys see? Don't you realize?
He was a pro, he never made it this far
Look how far we've come - we've got a chance."
"A chance at what, getting k**ed?"
"Look if we keep going, someone's really gonna get hurt
Maybe dead."
"Don't say that! Never say that!
Goonies never say die."
"I'm not a Goonie. I wanna go home."
"Down here it's our time. It's our time down here!
That's all over the second we ride up Troy's bucket."
[D-Sisive]
Hach-tooey, "Chop Suey," System of a Down
My spit be +syndrome+ of a +down+, downie
Full retard, Academy Award
Heyman and Cannon at the stars, boom
Powerful impact, D no Dinko
Ain't sayin sh**, an Eric Wright misquote
Fist full of dollars, a pocket full of lintballs
Dead broke, +Gravediggin+ like Prince Paul
With "Nowhere to Run" like the Vandellas
Or Van Damme, or Mandela
Bran Van 3000, drunk in Los Angeles
sh** talkin your whack records
I'm past jealous, dawg I'm bitter, like Shad said it
Oh yeah I get it
Derek V livin images from Grandmaster Flash's "Message"
The king of the jungle, pa**in beverages laughin
[Chorus]
And when the clock strikes 12
That's when my world stands up
Frowns turn to capital U's
I demand you to grab a cup and drink
Until the cup's bone dry
I promise you'll be just fine
Come 12:01, The Goonies never say die
And it's 11:59, goodbye
[D-Sisive]
I talk to the kids who are not gonna listen
To a top 40 hit, and boycott outlets
Offering spins to the glossy
Far from a "Gone With the Wind"
More like gone with the wind, once the new doorknob
With the fauxhawk and cardigan coughs up a hit
Far from a songbird
But kids gobble him up like chocolate popsicles
And spit him out like vomit, mommy I'm sick
Their Warhol 15 minutes
Clock in at 6 with a c**aine habit
No dough and Fatty Arbuckle tits
No screamers, wanting their signature
On the cover of the compact disc
That sleeps in a bargain bin with the Thompson Twins
[Chorus]
[D-Sisive]
f** you, straight from the bottom of
My noir heart, torn, tarnished
Scarred, a kiss from a rose
Molotov co*ktail whipped at the throne
Sip gasoline, piss on your poems
Campfire, Jim's flow is so
Presley's medicine, king over-throne
This is animosity b**h~!
This is Manson filled with oxy and sniff
A timebomb and I'm stoppin to tick
While y'all bl**jobbin the obvious pick
The underdog barks, claws and sinks
His chompers into its body and rips
Its carca** to shreds, sleep on a skeleton
Listenin to clocks, tick, tick, tick
{*laughing*} Yeah f** that
I I probably won't even keep that verse