Song | The Reaper Rap |
Artist | Steve Vai |
Album | The Elusive Light and Sound, Vol. 1 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Bill: | |
I’m Bill S. Preston, Esq.! And this is Ted "Theodore" Logan! | |
B&T: | |
And we are Wyld Stallyns! | |
DeNomolos: | |
I am DeNomolos. Now . . . what is your mission? | |
Evil Bill: | |
First we totally kill Bill and Ted! | |
Evil Ted: | |
Yeah, then we take over their lives. | |
Evil Bill: | |
He’s totally a robot! | |
Evil Ted: | |
So are you, dude! | |
Evil Bill: | |
Whoa, we’re total metalheads! | |
DeNomolos: | |
Destroy that ridiculous, insipid band! | |
Evil B&T: | |
Death to Bill and Ted! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
DeNomolos: | |
You fools! Are we ready? | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
DeNomolos: | |
You fools! | |
Evil B&T: | |
Yeah, totally! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
DeNomolos: | |
You fools! Are we ready? | |
Evil Ted: | |
I’ve got a full on robot chubby. | |
Evil B&T: | |
How’s it goin’, Bill and Ted? | |
Bill: | |
Ted... it’s us again! | |
Ted: | |
Whoa! | |
Bill: | |
You’re metal, dude! | |
Evil Bill: | |
I know! Check it out! We’re totally gonna kill you now! | |
B&T: | |
Whoa... | |
Evil Bill: | |
Ha ha ha! | |
Ted: | |
Dudes, even though you’re doing this, we... we... | |
Bill: | |
We love you! | |
Evil B&T: | |
Fags! | |
Bill: | |
You dick, Bill! | |
Evil Bill: | |
I know! Let’s waste ‘em. | |
B&T: | |
Aaaahhhhh!!! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Rufus: | |
Bogus | |
Evil Bill: | |
Stellar, Evil Ted! | |
B&T: | |
No way! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Rufus: | |
Bogus | |
Bill: | |
Yeah! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Rufus: | |
Bogus | |
Evil Bill: | |
Stellar, Evil Ted! | |
B&T: | |
No way! | |
Evil Bill: | |
I totally loogied on that good, dead me! | |
Ted: | |
Bill, what happened? | |
Bill: | |
Ted, we’re dead, dude! | |
B&T: | |
Whoa! | |
Ted: | |
Who are you? | |
Bill: | |
Ted, it’s the Grim Reaper, dude! | |
Ted: | |
Oh. How’s it hangin’, Death? We’ve got to get back to the babes! | |
Bill: | |
Ted, we can’t . . . we’re dead, dude! | |
Ted: | |
We’ve got to stop those evil us’s! We’ve gotta try! | |
Bill: | |
But how? | |
B&T: | |
Melvin! | |
Reaper: | |
They melvined me! | |
Ted: | |
Dude, I totally broke a rock!* | |
Bill: | |
Excellent!* | |
Ted: | |
I kinda like this* . . . Who’s that? | |
Bill: | |
Ted, who do you think it is? | |
Ted: | |
How’s it goin’, Beelzebub? Excellent rocks!* | |
Bill: | |
We totally broke some.* | |
Ted: | |
Okay, can we go now? | |
B&T: | |
Whoa! | |
Bill: | |
Thanks dude! You know, you’ve got a bad rap. | |
Colonel Oates: | |
Gentlemen! Welcome to Hell! | |
Ted: | |
Dude. | |
Bill: | |
What? | |
Ted: | |
I think we’re in our own personal hell! | |
Easter bunny: | |
You stole Deacon’s Easter basket! | |
Little Ted: | |
No way! | |
Granny S. Preston, Esq: | |
How about a kiss? | |
Little Bill: | |
Bogus! | |
Bill: | |
You ugly red source of all evil! | |
Granny S. Preston, Esq: | |
All I want is one! Right on the lips! | |
Colonel Oates: | |
Get back here! | |
B&T: | |
AHHHHHH!!!!!! WHOAAAAA!!!!!!! | |
Bill: | |
That was non-non-non-non heinous! | |
Evil Bill: | |
You suck, dude!* | |
Bill: | |
Do something else, dude!* | |
Ted: | |
Yeah!* | |
Bill: | |
Not bad, dude! | |
B&T: | |
Excellent! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Bill inside Sergeant: | |
Whoa, donuts! | |
Ted inside Captain Logan: | |
I totally possessed my dad! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Ted inside Captain Logan: | |
Excellent! | |
Bill inside Sergeant: | |
I totally believe you, dude! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Bill inside Sergeant: | |
Whoa, donuts! | |
Ted inside Captain Logan: I totally possessed my dad! | |
Bill: | |
You totally killed us, you evil metal dickweed! | |
Evil Bill: | |
That’s right, lesser developed human prototype us’s!* | |
Bill: | |
Let’s get ‘em, Ted! | |
Ted: | |
Ahhhhh, yeah, no! | |
Colonel Oates: | |
Get ‘em Granny! | |
B&T: | |
We’ve got to face them. | |
Colonel Oates: | |
Now get going! | |
Various moans and groans of fears being defeated. | |
Bill: | |
Kiss your fears, dudes! | |
Ted: | |
Or offer ‘em a honeybun or something. And they’ll get smaller and maybe they’ll even go away!* | |
Bill: | |
Yeah, they’re not that bad, dude. So don’t get programmed by anybody but yourself!* | |
B&T: | |
Let’s rock! | |
Rufus: | |
And most important, do not do your homework without wearing headphones! | |
Evil B&T: | |
Catch you later, Bill & Ted! | |
Colonel Oates crying. |
Bill: | |
I' m Bill S. Preston, Esq.! And this is Ted " Theodore" Logan! | |
B T: | |
And we are Wyld Stallyns! | |
DeNomolos: | |
I am DeNomolos. Now . . . what is your mission? | |
Evil Bill: | |
First we totally kill Bill and Ted! | |
Evil Ted: | |
Yeah, then we take over their lives. | |
Evil Bill: | |
He' s totally a robot! | |
Evil Ted: | |
So are you, dude! | |
Evil Bill: | |
Whoa, we' re total metalheads! | |
DeNomolos: | |
Destroy that ridiculous, insipid band! | |
Evil B T: | |
Death to Bill and Ted! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
DeNomolos: | |
You fools! Are we ready? | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
DeNomolos: | |
You fools! | |
Evil B T: | |
Yeah, totally! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
DeNomolos: | |
You fools! Are we ready? | |
Evil Ted: | |
I' ve got a full on robot chubby. | |
Evil B T: | |
How' s it goin', Bill and Ted? | |
Bill: | |
Ted... it' s us again! | |
Ted: | |
Whoa! | |
Bill: | |
You' re metal, dude! | |
Evil Bill: | |
I know! Check it out! We' re totally gonna kill you now! | |
B T: | |
Whoa... | |
Evil Bill: | |
Ha ha ha! | |
Ted: | |
Dudes, even though you' re doing this, we... we... | |
Bill: | |
We love you! | |
Evil B T: | |
Fags! | |
Bill: | |
You dick, Bill! | |
Evil Bill: | |
I know! Let' s waste ' em. | |
B T: | |
Aaaahhhhh!!! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Rufus: | |
Bogus | |
Evil Bill: | |
Stellar, Evil Ted! | |
B T: | |
No way! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Rufus: | |
Bogus | |
Bill: | |
Yeah! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Rufus: | |
Bogus | |
Evil Bill: | |
Stellar, Evil Ted! | |
B T: | |
No way! | |
Evil Bill: | |
I totally loogied on that good, dead me! | |
Ted: | |
Bill, what happened? | |
Bill: | |
Ted, we' re dead, dude! | |
B T: | |
Whoa! | |
Ted: | |
Who are you? | |
Bill: | |
Ted, it' s the Grim Reaper, dude! | |
Ted: | |
Oh. How' s it hangin', Death? We' ve got to get back to the babes! | |
Bill: | |
Ted, we can' t . . . we' re dead, dude! | |
Ted: | |
We' ve got to stop those evil us' s! We' ve gotta try! | |
Bill: | |
But how? | |
B T: | |
Melvin! | |
Reaper: | |
They melvined me! | |
Ted: | |
Dude, I totally broke a rock! | |
Bill: | |
Excellent! | |
Ted: | |
I kinda like this . . . Who' s that? | |
Bill: | |
Ted, who do you think it is? | |
Ted: | |
How' s it goin', Beelzebub? Excellent rocks! | |
Bill: | |
We totally broke some. | |
Ted: | |
Okay, can we go now? | |
B T: | |
Whoa! | |
Bill: | |
Thanks dude! You know, you' ve got a bad rap. | |
Colonel Oates: | |
Gentlemen! Welcome to Hell! | |
Ted: | |
Dude. | |
Bill: | |
What? | |
Ted: | |
I think we' re in our own personal hell! | |
Easter bunny: | |
You stole Deacon' s Easter basket! | |
Little Ted: | |
No way! | |
Granny S. Preston, Esq: | |
How about a kiss? | |
Little Bill: | |
Bogus! | |
Bill: | |
You ugly red source of all evil! | |
Granny S. Preston, Esq: | |
All I want is one! Right on the lips! | |
Colonel Oates: | |
Get back here! | |
B T: | |
AHHHHHH!!!!!! WHOAAAAA!!!!!!! | |
Bill: | |
That was nonnonnonnon heinous! | |
Evil Bill: | |
You suck, dude! | |
Bill: | |
Do something else, dude! | |
Ted: | |
Yeah! | |
Bill: | |
Not bad, dude! | |
B T: | |
Excellent! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Bill inside Sergeant: | |
Whoa, donuts! | |
Ted inside Captain Logan: | |
I totally possessed my dad! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Ted inside Captain Logan: | |
Excellent! | |
Bill inside Sergeant: | |
I totally believe you, dude! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Bill inside Sergeant: | |
Whoa, donuts! | |
Ted inside Captain Logan: I totally possessed my dad! | |
Bill: | |
You totally killed us, you evil metal dickweed! | |
Evil Bill: | |
That' s right, lesser developed human prototype us' s! | |
Bill: | |
Let' s get ' em, Ted! | |
Ted: | |
Ahhhhh, yeah, no! | |
Colonel Oates: | |
Get ' em Granny! | |
B T: | |
We' ve got to face them. | |
Colonel Oates: | |
Now get going! | |
Various moans and groans of fears being defeated. | |
Bill: | |
Kiss your fears, dudes! | |
Ted: | |
Or offer ' em a honeybun or something. And they' ll get smaller and maybe they' ll even go away! | |
Bill: | |
Yeah, they' re not that bad, dude. So don' t get programmed by anybody but yourself! | |
B T: | |
Let' s rock! | |
Rufus: | |
And most important, do not do your homework without wearing headphones! | |
Evil B T: | |
Catch you later, Bill Ted! | |
Colonel Oates crying. |
Bill: | |
I' m Bill S. Preston, Esq.! And this is Ted " Theodore" Logan! | |
B T: | |
And we are Wyld Stallyns! | |
DeNomolos: | |
I am DeNomolos. Now . . . what is your mission? | |
Evil Bill: | |
First we totally kill Bill and Ted! | |
Evil Ted: | |
Yeah, then we take over their lives. | |
Evil Bill: | |
He' s totally a robot! | |
Evil Ted: | |
So are you, dude! | |
Evil Bill: | |
Whoa, we' re total metalheads! | |
DeNomolos: | |
Destroy that ridiculous, insipid band! | |
Evil B T: | |
Death to Bill and Ted! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
DeNomolos: | |
You fools! Are we ready? | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
DeNomolos: | |
You fools! | |
Evil B T: | |
Yeah, totally! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
DeNomolos: | |
You fools! Are we ready? | |
Evil Ted: | |
I' ve got a full on robot chubby. | |
Evil B T: | |
How' s it goin', Bill and Ted? | |
Bill: | |
Ted... it' s us again! | |
Ted: | |
Whoa! | |
Bill: | |
You' re metal, dude! | |
Evil Bill: | |
I know! Check it out! We' re totally gonna kill you now! | |
B T: | |
Whoa... | |
Evil Bill: | |
Ha ha ha! | |
Ted: | |
Dudes, even though you' re doing this, we... we... | |
Bill: | |
We love you! | |
Evil B T: | |
Fags! | |
Bill: | |
You dick, Bill! | |
Evil Bill: | |
I know! Let' s waste ' em. | |
B T: | |
Aaaahhhhh!!! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Rufus: | |
Bogus | |
Evil Bill: | |
Stellar, Evil Ted! | |
B T: | |
No way! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Rufus: | |
Bogus | |
Bill: | |
Yeah! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Rufus: | |
Bogus | |
Evil Bill: | |
Stellar, Evil Ted! | |
B T: | |
No way! | |
Evil Bill: | |
I totally loogied on that good, dead me! | |
Ted: | |
Bill, what happened? | |
Bill: | |
Ted, we' re dead, dude! | |
B T: | |
Whoa! | |
Ted: | |
Who are you? | |
Bill: | |
Ted, it' s the Grim Reaper, dude! | |
Ted: | |
Oh. How' s it hangin', Death? We' ve got to get back to the babes! | |
Bill: | |
Ted, we can' t . . . we' re dead, dude! | |
Ted: | |
We' ve got to stop those evil us' s! We' ve gotta try! | |
Bill: | |
But how? | |
B T: | |
Melvin! | |
Reaper: | |
They melvined me! | |
Ted: | |
Dude, I totally broke a rock! | |
Bill: | |
Excellent! | |
Ted: | |
I kinda like this . . . Who' s that? | |
Bill: | |
Ted, who do you think it is? | |
Ted: | |
How' s it goin', Beelzebub? Excellent rocks! | |
Bill: | |
We totally broke some. | |
Ted: | |
Okay, can we go now? | |
B T: | |
Whoa! | |
Bill: | |
Thanks dude! You know, you' ve got a bad rap. | |
Colonel Oates: | |
Gentlemen! Welcome to Hell! | |
Ted: | |
Dude. | |
Bill: | |
What? | |
Ted: | |
I think we' re in our own personal hell! | |
Easter bunny: | |
You stole Deacon' s Easter basket! | |
Little Ted: | |
No way! | |
Granny S. Preston, Esq: | |
How about a kiss? | |
Little Bill: | |
Bogus! | |
Bill: | |
You ugly red source of all evil! | |
Granny S. Preston, Esq: | |
All I want is one! Right on the lips! | |
Colonel Oates: | |
Get back here! | |
B T: | |
AHHHHHH!!!!!! WHOAAAAA!!!!!!! | |
Bill: | |
That was nonnonnonnon heinous! | |
Evil Bill: | |
You suck, dude! | |
Bill: | |
Do something else, dude! | |
Ted: | |
Yeah! | |
Bill: | |
Not bad, dude! | |
B T: | |
Excellent! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Bill inside Sergeant: | |
Whoa, donuts! | |
Ted inside Captain Logan: | |
I totally possessed my dad! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Ted inside Captain Logan: | |
Excellent! | |
Bill inside Sergeant: | |
I totally believe you, dude! | |
Reaper: | |
Get down with your bad self! | |
Bill inside Sergeant: | |
Whoa, donuts! | |
Ted inside Captain Logan: I totally possessed my dad! | |
Bill: | |
You totally killed us, you evil metal dickweed! | |
Evil Bill: | |
That' s right, lesser developed human prototype us' s! | |
Bill: | |
Let' s get ' em, Ted! | |
Ted: | |
Ahhhhh, yeah, no! | |
Colonel Oates: | |
Get ' em Granny! | |
B T: | |
We' ve got to face them. | |
Colonel Oates: | |
Now get going! | |
Various moans and groans of fears being defeated. | |
Bill: | |
Kiss your fears, dudes! | |
Ted: | |
Or offer ' em a honeybun or something. And they' ll get smaller and maybe they' ll even go away! | |
Bill: | |
Yeah, they' re not that bad, dude. So don' t get programmed by anybody but yourself! | |
B T: | |
Let' s rock! | |
Rufus: | |
And most important, do not do your homework without wearing headphones! | |
Evil B T: | |
Catch you later, Bill Ted! | |
Colonel Oates crying. |