D-Sisive - Troy's Bucket lyrics

[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