VIKTOR VAUGHN - Never Dead lyrics

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?

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 star scream

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 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

Haters, you fuckin with cats who's heads are sharp as alligators

Pull out the ox cutter, dig in then I mutter, I studder what I utter

Then check in your little cash flow or give my nigga back his hasborough

I catch ya, stab slow and that's woh

Shorty with the big talk, you gotta go. swing on the drip to leave scars

Bood 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

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 at ease weighin two?

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

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?, (sounds backwards)

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 shcool from the crib laughin, yo limpin like a?

And as a pass V

Yo c, you see I got my game, right?