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They will pay. All of mankind shall pay for this! |
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(M. Sayyid as Curtis Strifer) |
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Curt Strifer |
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The loon goon with the tunes in his tomb |
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Hotter than June |
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Six had a twisted crib into the fumes |
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Kids trip on his broom |
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Press twills for schills |
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Shag with the half moon |
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Cab to the school, straight to the bathroom |
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to take a piss then help the teacher |
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with the creatures that inflated from the ethers |
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and it's waitin' in the beakers, to bite on teen features |
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The preachers come with sermons and parents pack bleachers |
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Yo, it's done Mr. Kim, I struck 'em down to ticks |
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Just hit me at noon with sixty dollars and two nicks |
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I gotta split, yo five-oh ill kicks |
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What's the shit, black? Yo, how you nuke it? |
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(MF Doom as Viktor Vaughn) |
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Reactor with the core breach spewin', ya darn tootin' |
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Right after this rec you might expect lootin' |
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Nasty drop the rhyme like lime then tequila |
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Flip it like Optimus Prime to a ten wheeler |
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V set the scheme on his own team like Starscream |
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Then go hit the bar scene all like 'na mean?' |
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Go to school every day, except for when he play hookey |
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That's the days he play bookie |
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If I don't study I'ma cheat off Peter Parker |
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Keep a liter of vodka inside my locker |
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Use it like a book on the grey goose scenario |
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Play you like a stereo |
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Hey you, where we go? |
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I'ma bout to blow one of y'all monkeys out the frame |
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Whoever gyped my locker and took my Donkey Kong game |
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Watch, don't even try to put it back so I can find I later |
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Word to Koch, it's Vaughn against the ninth graders |
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(M. Sayyid as Curtis Strifer) |
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Haters, you ****in with cats whose heads are sharp as alligators |
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Pull out the ox cutter, dig in, then I mutter, I stutter what I utter |
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Then check in your little cash flow or give my nigga back his Hasbro or |
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I catch ya, stab slow and that's whoa |
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Shorty with the big talk, you gotta go. Swing on the grip to leave scars |
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Blood splattered on his fat laced Abdul-Jabbars |
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Now we're gettin chased through school with jars |
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Principal jumped up with his dick in the mouth of Ms. Mars |
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Picked up the telly, sweatin' for some squad cars |
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Cats tried to cut us off by the garage |
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But V pulled out the nicky and yelled "ya life's chance is slim" like Lionel Richie |
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(MF Doom as Viktor Vaughn) |
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There's no finer sound then when you let off a nine round |
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Before the slug find the ground V be in Chinatown |
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uh, give me a slew of m-80s, |
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A carton of those hick chasers, and two of them ladies |
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It's like the hood black market |
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Where you get goods for gats to put in packed chocolate |
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To your health, we rock Chinese slippers |
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Me and King and he's weighin' two Guyanese strippers |
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On the radio, Mack the Knife |
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I watched him freeze roaches and bring 'em straight back to life |
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He used a different approach than I ever read |
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The only thing he ever said was "the roach is never dead" |
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We studied transfigurations |
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And different ways to break the trance off the nigga nations |
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It's even bigger with the Haitians |
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No time for litigations |
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(M. Sayyid as Curtis Strifer) |
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And that was science for the head, so we did the knowledge and sped to the shed |
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Mixin' dog bone with egg |
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It says add body hair, warts, heart of a hen, a fig, lay it under the bed |
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Will turn back time and thats just what we did |
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Next day walked into school from the crib |
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Laughin, yo limpin' like a case |
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And as a pass V |
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(MF Doom as Viktor Vaughn) |
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Yo c, you see I got my game, right? |
