Never Dead Viktor Vaughn (Ft. M. Sayyid)

[Intro]
They will pay
All of mankind shall pay for this

[Verse 1: M. Sayyid]
Curt Strifer, the loon goon with the tunes in his tomb
Hotter than June
Since out a twisted crib into the fumes, kids trip on his broom
Press twills for schills, shag with the half moon
Cab to 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 to 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 $60 and two knicks
I gotta split, yo va, ah Ill kicks
What's the shit, black? yo, how you nukin'?

[Verse 2: 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 it later
Word to Koch, it's Vaughn against the ninth graders