Viktor Vaughn - Never Dead lyrics

(cut) They will pay. All of mankind shall pay for this! (M. Sayyid as Curtis Strifer) Curt Strifer The loon goon with the tunes in his tomb Hotter than June Six had a twisted crib into the 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, to bite on teen features The preachers come with sermons and parents pack bleachers Yo, it's done Mr. Kim, I struck 'em down to ticks Just hit me at noon with sixty dollars and two nicks I gotta split, yo five-oh ill kicks What's the sh**, black? Yo, how you nuke it? (MF Doom as Viktor Vaughn) Reactor with the core breach spewin', ya darn tootin' Right after this rec you might expect lootin' Nasty drop the rhyme like lime then tequila Flip it 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 bookie If I don't study I'ma 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 we go? I'ma bout to blow one of y'all monkeys out the frame Whoever gyped 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 as Curtis Strifer) Haters, you f**in with cats whose 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 n***a back his Hasbro or I catch ya, stab slow and that's whoa Shorty with the big talk, you gotta go. Swing on the grip to leave scars Blood splattered 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 telly, sweatin' for some squad cars Cats tried to cut us off by the garage But V pulled out the nicky and yelled "ya life's chance is slim" like Lionel Richie (MF Doom as 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-80s, 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 slippers Me and King and he's weighin' 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 n***a nations It's even bigger with the Haitians No time for litigations (M. Sayyid as Curtis Strifer) 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, warts, heart of a hen, a fig, lay it under the bed Will turn back time and thats just what we did Next day walked into school from the crib Laughin, yo limpin' like a case And as a pa** V (MF Doom as Viktor Vaughn) Yo c, you see I got my game, right?