MF DOOM - Never Dead lyrics

[M. Sayyid] 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 sh**, black? yo, how you nukin? [Viktor Vaughn] 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 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 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 gypped 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] Haters, you f**in with cats who's 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 I catch ya, stab slow and that's woh Shorty with the big talk, you gotta go. swing on the drip to leave scars Blood 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 [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-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 Gilizwe and 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] 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 school from the crib laughin, yo limpin like a cane And as a pa** V Yo c, you see I got my game, right?