Lyrics Never Dead - Viktor Vaughn

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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 shit, 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 fuckin 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 pass V

(MF Doom as Viktor Vaughn)
Yo c, you see I got my game, right?