Never Dead

[Curtis Strifer]
Curt Strifer, the loon goon with the tombs in his tune
hotter than June, sex had a twist, crib in the fumes
kids took my swoon, press twills to shrills, shag with the half moon
cabbage spoon, straight to the bathroom
to take a piss then help a teacher with the creatures
that had fleed from the ethers
and it's waitin in the deepest, the final teen features
the freaks come with sermons and paris packed bleachers
yo it's done Mr Chem I sharpened down the ticks
just hit me at noon with sixty dollars and two nicks
I gotta split yo 5-0 ill kicks
what's the shit black, yo how you knew kid?

reactor with the core breach spewin, you're darn tootin
right after this wreck you might expect lootin
nasty, drop the rhyme like limes and tequila
flip it like Optimus Prime to a ten wheeler
V said to 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 hooky
that’s the days he play bookie
if I don’t study I'mma cheat off Peter Parker
keep a liter 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'm about to blow one a ya’ll monkeys out the frame
whoever jipped my locker took my Donkey Kong game
watch, don’t even try to put it back so I can find it later
word to Koch, its Vaughn against the ninth graders

[Curtis Strifer]
haters you fuckin with cats with senses as sharp as alligators
pulled out the ox cutter nigga did I what I stutter
what I utter to check in you little cash flow
and give my nigga back his hasbo
and catch stab slow and that’s whoa
shorty with the biggest sword
you gotta go, swingin the rip to leave scars
blood splattered on his face lace Abdul Jabar
now we gettin chased to school the jars
principal jumped up wit stinkin the mouth of Miss Mars
picked up the telly sweatin for some squad cars
catch tried to cut us off by the garage
yo V pulled out the niki
and I light chance ta slim like Lionel Ritchie

there’s no finer sound than when you let off a nine round
before the slug find the ground V be in China town
uh, gimme 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
good for gats to puddin packed chocolate
to your health, we rock Chinese slippers
me and Kingaleseway and two Guyanese strippers
on the radio Mac 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 study transfigurations
and different ways to break the trance off the nigga nations
its even bigger with the Haitians
no time for litigations

[Curtis Strifer]
and now it's science for the head
so we did the knowledge and sped
to the shed mixin dog bone with egg
incense and body hair, horse hair
the heart of a hen, a fig and lay it under the bed
we turned back time and that's just what we did
the next day walked in school from the crib
laughin yo, limpin like a cane and as I pass with V

Yo C you see I got my game right?