[Dialogue from "The Goonies"] "Don't you guys see? Don't you realize? He was a pro, he never made it this far. Look how far we've come - we've got a chance."
"A chance at what, getting killed?"
"Look if we keep going, someone's really gonna get hurt. Maybe dead."
"Don't say that! Never say that! Goonies never say die."
"I'm not a Goonie. I wanna go home."
"Down here it's our time. It's our time down here! That's all over the second we ride up Troy's bucket."
[D-Sisive] Hach-tooey, "Chop Suey," System of a Down My spit be +syndrome+ of a +down+, downie Full retard, Academy Award Heyman and Cannon at the stars, boom Powerful impact, D no Dinko Ain't sayin shit, an Eric Wright misquote Fist full of dollars, a pocket full of lintballs Dead broke, +Gravediggin+ like Prince Paul With "Nowhere to Run" like the Vandellas Or Van Damme, or Mandela Bran Van 3000, drunk in Los Angeles Shit talkin your whack records I'm past jealous, dawg I'm bitter, like Shad said it Oh yeah I get it Derek V livin images from Grandmaster Flash's "Message" The king of the jungle, passin beverages laughin
[Chorus] And when the clock strikes 12 That's when my world stands up Frowns turn to capital U's I demand you to grab a cup and drink until the cup's bone dry I promise you'll be just fine Come 12:01, The Goonies never say die And it's 11:59, goodbye
[D-Sisive] I talk to the kids who are not gonna listen to a top 40 hit, and boycott outlets offering spins to the glossy Far from a "Gone With the Wind" More like gone with the wind, once the new doorknob with the fauxhawk and cardigan coughs up a hit Far from a songbird But kids gobble him up like chocolate popsicles and spit him out like vomit, mommy I'm sick Their Warhol 15 minutes Clock in at 6 with a cocaine habit No dough and Fatty Arbuckle tits No screamers, wanting their signature on the cover of the compact disc That sleeps in a bargain bin with the Thompson Twins
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[D-Sisive] Fuck you, straight from the bottom of my noir heart, torn, tarnished Scarred, a kiss from a rose Molotov cocktail whipped at the throne Sip gasoline, piss on your poems Campfire, Jim's flow is so Presley's medicine, king over-throne This is animosity bitch~! This is Manson filled with oxy and sniff A timebomb and I'm stoppin to tick while y'all blowjobbin the obvious pick The underdog barks, claws and sinks his chompers into its body and rips its carcass to shreds, sleep on a skeleton Listenin to clocks, tick, tick, tick {*laughing*} Yeah fuck that I I probably won't even keep that verseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
