 Mary, you make me wanna eat you Everytime I see you, it's like the first time I meet you Frangrance like a flower, subtle and sweet too Seductive and whatever, it might as well be see through Like my genie in a bottle Miss could get me rich like a magaziney model Before you know it, he have her on a stroll Fresh and ripe, perplexin like Acapulco Gold If I had to guess, just right, not a day old Like a cradle robber, copped her off, shop a trailer-load Know the right number, you can get her And hit while you would've sold to the highest bidder like Fruits and berries, bring daddy loot in a hurry Just be cute and don't worry Type to make a nigga hallucinate and admit it Then she started losing weight, lettin everybody hit it I like Ally, sometimes she gets bitter Always kept me happy, never had a problem with her She used to let me use her, back when I was looser Respect her to this day, and never did abuse her I told her I'll be faithful, but she don't believe me I probably coulda been, if I never meet Eevee She make me feel all fuzzy inside, it's loco You won't get nowheres near her if you're broke though Kept a shorty, can't find 'em much thinnner If caught I get mad time just for touchin her Knock wood, so much for hymens So fly, she should be in the sky with diamonds Little young thing, she likes to do the tounge thing At times, she would play hard to get, grunting Or something, she made me feel like the number one king Run into her now, and we still catch a fun fling Met her at Central Park this one time Had the God mentally sparked, reflectin sunshine She said, you need to stop messin wit that white girl She fuckin wit ya head and got ya heart in tight curl We messed around once or twice, but she don't know me She helped me get money at the dutch price OT Plus she from Columbia, so she really Spanish Cookie known to make a cat bank account vanish And Miss Hazy, all the women mature black Everytime she sees me, I end up gettin pulled back All she want me to do is blaze it crazy The only one complaint is, she make me too lazy Sugar-mommy laced me with the butter navy Avi Just her way to makeup for the headaches that she gave me It's all gravy, when I'm done getting my mack on Ally is always there to help me get back on Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and Won't stop rockin' til he clocked in a gazillion grand Tillin' the wasteland sands Rap sold backs of treasure maps stacks to the ceilin' fan He rest when he's ashes Ask em after ten miles of his goulashes, smashes stashes Chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster.. A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster They supposed ta know. It show when his aura glow Get from out the row, when he get dough it's horrible Time is money spend way save invest to fess From ten case a cave with chicken chest S Yes ya'll the dub to get your trickles The best ballers pitch in to rub and get a nickels But tut tut, he about to change the price again It go up each time, he blow up like hydrogen Villain here, have em shrillin' in fear And won't stop, top illin' til he a gazillionaire Grillin' stare, yeah ya boy had drama Got em on a mental plane, avoided bad karma Once sold a inbred skinhead a nigga joke Plus a brand new chrome smokin' with the triggers broke I thought I told em "firing pins was separate" He find out later when he tries to go an rep it Took a Jehovah money for a Arabic Torah Charged in advance, translate it and ignored it sorta One monkey don't stop no slaughter A junkie want ta cop a quarter ton, run for the border Know the drill, it ain't worth the overkill Flow skill, still... there's no thrill Villa burn ya 10K bills in his pilla Villa, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with... Dilla, (Dilla) mix, mix, mix Do a deal for kicks and get rich quick Sketch lyric, bet 'cha by the nick on some vick Ick from the drumstick, come with the dumb shtick Sick slick, hidden in a book The only way they find it if you're spittin' in a hook Listen, don't look now, keep walkin' Traded three beans for this cow, cheap talkin' Hawk men, stalkin', hit a weed, hawkin' often Coughin to a coffin, might as well scoff the pork then He's like Warf, some say stronger though Off the top J strong bow, play along bro Wear a mask like yo off the Gong Show Flow slow as Mongo, Don Juan thong pro For ya info when he's not practicin' Jim Crow A actress and some nympho bimbo He's playin' Ray Jay the old tape DOOM, well what can I say like JJ in a gold cape Fill it to the rim like brim Villain and ya won't find him in no gym Probably a foggy bog with the frogs With a dot on the guard as he squat on log Half cocked and half baked Used to keep a full stock of work half rocked and half shake My mistake, sign a track agreement For more G's than lines and cracks in the cement In any event it's fake like wrestlin' Get em like Jake The Snake on mescaline Ahem, elixir for the dry throat Tried to hit the high note. Villain since a itsy bitsy zygote By remote, send in the meat wagon Braggin' MC's packed in with they feets draggin' These stats are staggerin' Had his PHD in indiscreet street hagglin' Villain, his agenda is clear Endin' this year with dividends to spare, here It's not meant for the seein' Went through the celin' after enterin' his center bein' A new meanin' to sales through the roof Guaranteed raw and saw his truth is truth, proof It's the return of the tramp Who do a duet jam with Earnest goes to camp For the right earn - na'mean like Vern We need some more oil for the machines to burn, learn Jiminy crickets, he gets lucky like winnin' free tickets off sick brie lyrics One mans waste is another mans soap Sons fan base, know the brotha man's dope A real weirdo, with a bug rare flow And the way his hair grow was ugly as a scarecrow He wears a mask so the charge won't grab On a rooftop with a large stone slab Heads up, talk white and thought n He moves the crowd like a cursor on Doom No curse words, Doom the worst church nerd verse heard Appeared blurred to a million true believers Here's the supervillain armed dealer to the divas Catch, amongst other world scandals Butter pearl handles to match your girl's sandals Plan was hatched by a pack of old vandals Who flag was a black and gold patch with bloody anvils "Hit 'Em to the Head" was the motto And one more time to make sure them dead, BLAKKO When you throw blows in a knife fight Paco That's how it goes in this Modern Life like Rocko Clock dough 24-7 cycle When it comes to flows he got more than a mic full Pull a broad like a dyke bull on a long bid You're messin with the wrong kids Michael ... it ain't Jack-son For him to flip scripts like camera, action Villain! Grew up by the laws of attraction For future generation's information - the black one ...Move the crowd like a buddha cloud The purple, puff puff pass 'round the circle A jerk well renowned for his work skill He's out, the proof is the computer's down Urkel MC a show via wi-fi And tag rate before we wrap it up like tie-dye Hip-Hop sci-fi you can see hand to eye Or can Tiger do the Mask like the Fry Guy Just met a baby home make dome Check lefts some folks ancestor home wreck With blown backs these lesser known facts thwart evil You got no reason, like short people No offense, the street was burnt brass Whenever he walked on the street it turned glass On his lucky rat's paw in the crap drawer All the world's a stage, where's the trap door, slackjaw Logic, to keep your mind in the project Drop the check, his job is to chop neck That's just payback for nose there's no psych though What they don't know like Bo Won't hurt Diddley squat Got to be kiddin me, not Seriously plot, to put a hit out on the G-spot Gypped like oozin out the kettles in they teapot [Mr. Fantastik] Yo.. [MF DOOM] Yo [Mr. Fantastik] MF DOOM [MF DOOM] Mr. Fantastik [Mr. Fantastik] Mr. Fantastik [MF DOOM] The villain [Mr. Fantastik] What up, nigga? [MF DOOM] Ain't nuttin, what's the word? [Mr. Fantastik] What's cracking, boy? [MF DOOM] Same ol' shit, kid [Mr. Fantastik] Man..rap snitches man..shit is bugged out, man, the fuck man [MF DOOM] You telling me [Mr. Fantastik] Niggaz running their mouth, telling anything, anything! [Chorus x2: Mr. Fantastik] Rap snitches, tellin all their business Sit in the court and be they own star witness Do you see the perpetrator, yeah I'm right here Fuck around and get the whole label sent up for years (Huh) [Mr. Fantastik] Type profile low, like ay get paid in full Attract heavy cash cuz the game's centrifical Mister Fantastik long though like elastic Got my life between glocks, it's made out of plastic Can't stand the brown nosin nigga fake ass bastard Admiring my style so I bust through Manhattan Since plottin, plan the quickest, my flow is the sickest My hoes be the thickest, my dro.. the stickiest Street nigga, stamped and bonafide When beef jump niggaz come get me cuz they know I ride Two to the ski mask, New York's my origin Play a fake gangsta like a old accordian Accordin ta him, when the deed's rushed in Complication from the wild testimony was thin Caused his man ta go up north, the ball hit 'em again Blame rap snitch nigga, even told on the mexican [Chorus x2: Mr. Fantastik] [The second time the chorus is repeated, it doesn't end with "Huh"] Rap snitches, tellin all their business Sit in the court and be they own star witness Do you see the perpetrator, yeah i'm right here Fuck around get the whole label sent up for years (Huh) [MF DOOM] True, there's rules to this shit, fools dare care Everybody wanna rule the world with tears for fear Yeah yeah tell 'em tell it on the mountain hill Runnin up they mouth bill, everybody doubtin still Informer, keep it up and get tested Pop through the bubble vest or double breasted He keep a lab down south in the little beast So much heat you woulda thought it was the middle east A little grease always keeps the wheels a spinnin Like sittin on twenty threes to get the squeelers grinnin Hittin on many trees, feel real linen Spittin on enemies, get the steel for tin men Where no brains but gum flap He said his gun clap, then he fled after one slap (Pat!) son shut your trap, save it for the bitches MMM...delicious, rap snitch knishes [Mr. Fantastik] You know what I'm saying? It's a terrible-crazy, man Just analyzing this all game, it's bugged out Niggaz snitching..telling on them allselves [MF DOOM] It's a horror, man.. [Mr. Fantastik] Fuck around..and get anybody bagged, man.. Fuck around and get yo mama bagged, nigga.. You know your grandmama begging..fake hustling nigga [Laughter] DOOM: Give 'em some skin, a real country bumpkin Get up off his property, the Villain, Fuzzy Lumpkins Dumpin', enough raw lead to leave a forehead sunkin' When he's on tour, keep your paws off his pumpkin dumplin' Town village nympho, now it's all his, though The way she got down was far from priveleged info Break up to make up, wake up and smell the endo Just from how she liked to show her belly button window Couldn't tell em nothin', 5200, Atari, or Sega Test tube elves with the lid, Garcia y Vega His tongue is like a sword that's mighty like a pen At you ain't seen nothin' like The Mighty Quinn Alrighty Then! Seel the deal with the shakin' of a hand People's catchin' feelings like it's Making of the Band Villain have your fake man, quakin' in his Vans When he do a jam, fans break dancin' in the stands Chances are, he'll lose the battle and the war Tryin' to go to shore with just a paddle and an ore Oo, shucks, he should have known them two schmucks Would have camped through the game And ?named ducks? off buku bucks Vast Aire: Yo, Metal Fingers, fix the beat with fire water I advise all fathers to watch they daughters It's goin' down tonight We got monster's in the club, and they ready to fight Metal Fingers, fix the beat with fire water I advise all fathers to watch they daughters You know we keep tricks up the sleeve Comin through with the justice [??] I used to sew army patches on my favorite coat BMX got your guns, old folks got soap Homless Sally from Cali cursed, cats in the hound Sounds so foul, we washed our mouths out with soap I came up with cats, who never be smilin' I called DOOM he sent me in on Monsta Island And them MC's be whilin' You can catch me in Valeur Suits, smilin' Little J holdin hands with the Baroness, Storm Channel and snake eyes ain't got nothin' on this I got them Go Go Gadgets So when the cobra come through the floor I put them snakes in baskets DOOM: Come and do your thang He's like Stimey from Our Gang Ta Twang, try me, and WHA DA DA DANG I don't think you want to know Even if you still do And want me to, I'll tell you, but then I'd have to kill you WILL YOU? Please It's like a Grilled Cheese samich Gotta bring the butter or the bread'll get damaged Flip it, slice it, and give half to Vast Aire, If you ask nicely, and bring a glass We'll share the last pair Vast Aire: After the Cold Vein and Doomsday, we don't need no pop REVOLUTION, we hit cops with Judo Chops All you see is red, black, and green Know I'm down for my team, They killed Radio Raheem! Now I want to smoke a blunt, you know, blow off some steam? Open my mouth like Godzilla, and all you see is light beams Now this rap shit ain't all that it seems You can leave it to the Super Friends to spill the beans. The fat is in the fire, a fryer made of chicken wire Gettin sick and tired of a friggin liar Pelican, with some very soft mangoes A closet full of skeletons and terry cloth Kangols Flew the coop, before you hit it let me warn you She did a cool hula-hoop, but don't get any on you It's all a big scam, to make y'all eat pig ham When he's on the mic he's like the triggerman, fig jam Doom, not to be confused with nobody Especially, since the flows he used was so nutty Never too woozy to go study, crews got no clues Like old cruddy Officer McGillicuddy Watch your six, he got a lot of more tricks Lyrics, bricks, on sticks sure got raw-nytics It's a gift, don't get shot for kicks With the same slick used to plot sick vicks with Spotted at a chick flick, holdin hands The other one on his swollen glands, a golden chance That's why he kept them holes in his pants Rollin in a old van, is what he told his stolen fans Is that you true? Matched from hat to shoe Snafu, snatch any brew, LaBatt's Blue Black jew like that's new, patch me through No latch attached, skat shoo, catch twenty-two Super, he's loaded dice nice And overpriced, a arm and a leg; homey life or your ice Villain, nag a grieving old hag Snag a bragger by his mic cord and leave him holding the bag Come clean, a bunch of dumb mean cream puffs A keen drum machine buff, who fiends for more green stuff Instead of starvin there be problems by the goo gobs Aight - somebody's robbin Lou Dobbs and them tonight And he's on the next flight, moon bound And makes it a point to stay away from the goon pound Got some peers, that's gone in the lost years Tears and cheers, born in the crosshairs [MF Doom] ...Give it a sec for the pain to start This wreck right here it ain't for the faint of heart They thought they saw the worst verse From the team of G men who seem like nerds at first Once they get to know us people dig us Leaders in the fight for equal rights for niggaz Inventor of the more demented flow nobody doubt it This go for if ya bout it bout it or rowdy rowdy Whatevers clever the master fold Who every hooka heard a but now HO NO If we see tomorrow the next day classes The villain in the back with the x-ray glasses [Pause] Have no fear the ninja here Feel em like the tinge in ya ear from drinkin ginger beer When it's on loco head gon' lay low And heat it like beef patty coco bread con queso If you say so lace the whole case load They say he wear a metal mask in case his face show He told em they flows is bitch talk and ayo's His whole crew walk with pitchfork and halo's Say OH if you never worked a J-O And keep more cash then a stash in a peso Okay yo ya'll know who to follow Tie em up in the crib and leave the place hollow ..Oh shoot the goose shes loose So wild you couldnt chase it down with straight fruit juice Frown like the first time you taste cous cous Stash the deuce deuce Troops askin truce truce Today on intense wreck week We have the super villain in his own defense to speak It's all part of my mental techniques Available to freaks and pencil neck geeks Train the same brain to a insane train of thought On a campaign trail he came to gain ya support Charge cash for a autograph Say some shit to make ya daughta laugh Then slaughta the ass Seem em on the big screen like Steve McQueen Do something and never be back once he leave the scene Keep more medicated pads then Stridex For his own sidewrecks with no known side effects Before you press charges use ya noodle So what when he grab the mic he scratch ya cute cuticles Keep ya mouth shut everything'll be beautiful It would be often rude to you now get back to ya hooty hoo Damnit it ain't worth the drama can it From the calm bandit eat rhymers like pomegranate Soon as he stepped in he lit the room Boom reschedule my noon with Britt Hume (Doom!) In love with Mary Jane she's my main thing Pulled her right from that webhead what a lame brain Maintain say it dont spray it Wanna see ya girl again ya might as well pay it If I had a dime for every rhymer who bust guns I'll have a cool mill for my sons in trust funds When I was broker than a broke dick dog I always kept a L to smoke in thick fog When it rain it sure do thunderstorm I got more rhymes in the summer than musty underarms One two microphone checker First learned to neck off a Home-Ec homewrecker This is back when he was like crib age When he hit the stage its like a gauge to the rib cage Break the mic like a rock star break a guitar Jump off the stage like "Yee haw!" Already woke, spared a joke, barely spoke, rarely smoke Stared at folks when properly provoked, mirror broke Here, share strawberry morinin, gone an more important spawnin Torn in, poor men sworn in Cornish hens switchin positions, auditionin' mortitions saw it in a vision, ignorin prison Ignoramuses enlist and sound dumb Found em drowned in cows dung, crowns flung Rings a tinkerbell, sing for things that's frail as a fingernail Bring a scale, stale ginger lingers Seven figures invigor Nigga, fresh from out the jail, alpha male Sickest ninja injury this century, enter plea Lend sympathy to limper simple simon rhymin emcees Trees is free, please leave a key These meager fleas, he's the breeze And she's the bees knees for sheez G's of G's Seize property, shopper sprees, chop the cheese Drop the grease to stop diseases, gee wiz pa! DOOM rock grandma like the kumbaya! Mama was a ho hoppa, papa was a rollingstone Star like Obama, pull a card like oh drama! Civil liberties These little titties abilities riddle me, middle C Give a MC a rectal hysterectomy Electron removal of the bowls, foul technically Don't expect to see the recipe Until we receive the check as well as the collection fee More wreck than section Z What you expect to get for free? Shit from me, history The key, plucked it off mayor Chucked it in the ol tar pit off La Brea, playa They say he's gone too far DOOM'll catch em after Jumar on cue lacka!! Do what'cha gotta do, grarrrr The rumors are not true, got two ma No prob, got the job, hot barred heart throb Scotch Guard the bar the with cotton swabs, dart lob Bake a cake, sweet Jamaica trade in treats on the beach Make a skeet til her feets meet Can it be I stayed away too long? Did you miss these rhymes when I was gone? As you listen to these crazy tracks Check them stats then you know where I'm at And that's that Follow the light ... the light is your guide ... I am controller of Planet X And I've invited you here to discuss something that's very important King Geedorah, take me to your leader Quick to claim that he not no snake like, 'Me neither' They need to take a breather He been rhyming longer than Sigmund the sea creature Been on Saturday feature -- pleased to meet cha' And came to wake you up out the deep sleeper, like -- He needed to stop before he caught the knee-drop Even give you more zip-zip then ZZ Top On full beers, though shall not ball corners Geedorah like, 'One more step, and y'alls goners' So-called rich, front if y'all wanna When he spit electrics don't be in y'all saunas He only here to warn us what the plan is The hour is upon us, it's bananas Born alone die alone, no matter who your man is Hope he live long enough to tell it to his grandkids King Geedorah, three-finger ring fever Spring chicken eater, ID'ed as the ringleader Who needs a heater? Catch 'em with bare hands These same hands that make razors out beer cans His own biggest fan And got a fan base as big as Japan Uh ... yeah ... and? All hail the king! And give him three cheers, fam Like, hip hip hooray! Do his thing for the little kids like Sling Blade To the grave, put in work like a slave On how to flip scripts on the dipstick brigade Rock 'em like 'Su-su-sudio' played Back when we used to rock the shag, no fade This skilled trade like a tailor made suede Hit the studio -- and I'm paid Half upfront, half upon mastering 'Would you like that in cash,' last thing you should ask the king You don't have to be no crystal ball reader Allergic to salt pita, used to be a wall beater In the game like a Wall Street cheater A lot of rap noise is annoying like Cita Turn into a triple-X monster from a fairy tale movie He don't know me very well, do he? King Geedorah, crush on his seed's teacher They need to pay her better, she had nothing on the reefer Heifer, and I had to offer her a stick of gum She was as thick as they come, and taught a strict curriculum Which is only good for my son When I'm in the hood? Razor's on tongue Nowadays, it's amazing raising young Rule number one: keep your fazers on stun! Wreak havoc, beep beep it's mad traffic Sleek and lavish people speaking leaking to the maverick He see as just another felony drug arrest Any day could be the one he pick the wrong thug to test Slug through the vest... Shot in the street For pulling heat on a father whose baby's gotta eat And when they get hungry, it ain't shit funny Paid to interfere with how a brother get his money Now, who's the real thugs, killers and gangsters? Set the revolution, let the things bust and thank us When the smoke clear, you can see the sky again There will be the chopped off heads of leviathan My friend, they call 'em strangers Everybody talk to him end up in some danger (They stay... Strange ways) Can't reform 'em They pray four times a day, they pray five Whose ways is strange when it's time to survive Some will go of they own free will to die Others take them with you when they blow sky high What's the difference? All you get is lost children While abortion shit up behind the desk it costs billions To blast humans in half, into captured arms Only one side is allowed to have bombs It's like making a soldier drop his weapon Shooting him, and telling him to get to steppin' Obviously, they came to portion of his fortune Sounds to me like that old robbery/extortion (They stay) Same game (Strange ways) Ya can't reform 'em (Outro/Cut) ..that Mary was goin' around with an old flame that burned me up, because I know he was just feeding her a line! But the guy really spent his money like water I think he was connected, so I left Outside it was raining cats and dogs I was feelin' mighty blue... and everything looked black But I carried on! IT's the beat He hear it in his sleep sometime Blare it in your jeep so your peoples can stare at them rhymes Real rhymes not your everyday hologram Even when ribs were touchin never swallowed the Ham He'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad It might need salt like your mans bland ballad A lot of stuff happens that the news won't tell yous Loose all L juice Snooze all hell loose Rake it Take it like the good, the bad, the ugly Break it rollin through ya hood in the cadi buggy Butter softy, leather flossy, fatty juggy Always threw me off when she told me daddy funk me I'm like anywho's Seeds walkin all out in street with out any shoes I guess it's better than some funky socks You need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pocks Instead she wants to hear the beatbox Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock Sing it Bring it back to your laboratory While he's in his oratory Glorious like a horror story The mask is like Jason They told the place not to let the basket type case in He could be some kind of wacko Waiting for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack hoe He busted in Blessed be the lord Who believe any mess then read up on the message board If so I got bridges for the low low Same bitch a go dry snitchin to the popo Yeah orange peal stoges for the hotel Feel like I have been gone over a year came home to old gear It was the shit when I first scooped it At least I get to sit out in New York and curse stupid Plead the fifth Sip wine stiffly Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy Gift for the grind Criminal mind shifty Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty Well edjumacated he heard it when he meditated In deep data had her hate the create plata Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data Sage stayed self medicated and sleep later Side effects is similar to sugar pill Who eva go next on the mic he put a bugger ewwww And made his exit on some calm shit Begged him on the regular for kegs of more Vomitspit More rhymin', pure diamond, tore hymen, poor timin' Raw linin', Paul Simon tourin'... I'm in Borin type an, snorin' pipe when. Hyper than four hype men Excited writin', triflin' times ten - long stay Songs play, gone haywire, wrong way on the interstate - integrate all day It's just a small phase, that's what them all say Then fall prey in a mini-mall hallway Meant to be sold not told to friendly enemies Remember these intentionally, empathy please Silent moment. Violent prone atonement, miles a minute on a microphone Own rent, loan spent No debt, ass bet, fast get cash jet Master mix smash, asterisk, stashed it, last not least Pass the pot of hot grease Gease shot, not easily spotted, plot cease, snot release Hold your insulting tongue and mark his words well Or end up to the curb and shocked by third rail Get the message by bird mail or turds flail Villain man best nerd male ya heard wail An absurd tale of books, nooks and crannys Before she look he have his fancy hooks in them granny panties, a plan B When in Rome, go back home and get real dome From a well known crack gnome He talk to hiself when he need someone to hate on The black McCain campaign negative debate-a-thon Gone wrong on a song Who's zoomin who? Knew it was you DOOM all along Ever since he first started the art it's been worth it Soon to charter a stint on part of the chitlin circuit Word kid! Get your ticket from the telepath Wikit wickit wickit! On electroencephalograph [DWIGHT SPITS] I strive to be humble lest I stumble Never sold a jumbo or copped chicken with it's mumbo sauce Tyson is a Fowl holocaust Fill and gas your whole head up with poetry I'm fed up Ignore cordon bluh Stand up get up Lunge for your knife Don't forget your potholders [MF DOOM] What These old things About to throw them away With the gold rings that make 'em don't fit like O.J Usually I take them off with oil of ole MC's is crabs in a barrel pass the old bay Hot as hell and it's a cold day in it Working on a way that we roll away tinted Some say the price of holdin heat is often too high You either be in a coffin or you be the new guy The one that's too fly to eat shoe pie [never too busy] Never too busy when it comes down to you and I [Swear to god] A lot of niggaz wish to die Need to hold they horses There's bigger fish to fry Your on the list If not hit the number spot Ten and a half Timbs is made to kick your bumbaclot Could have had a V-8 F-150 quad cab but I'll be straight Money comes and goes like that two bit hussy that night that tried to rush me Dwight pass da dutchie So I can calm down so they don't get it twisted Take it from the fire side it wont get blistered Got it What happened oh it's not lit These metal fingers be holding hot shit [DWIGHT SPITS] When I was four I pen god was born in new york Back in seventy seven still got nan in the crescent The effervescent of gods presence is thick Unlike vapor Escarole extra roll Word to the baker Peace to the hard working ginger bread makers Looked her up and down said hmmmm too much make up Poor music taste Ten years from being grown up Rappers don't blow up heads do [awwwww shit] My name is Dwight Spits I'ma sonic addict I use to think it was merely a dangling habit Born under a bad sign I'm serious about this curse of mine I strive to flip it in the fine wine Barely born a virgin is what the stars said Black not white red all over doe like elmo Twenty eight years have passed I feel I'm peaking I make music every weekend It's a chore A fact of life A labor of love I get mad love but I can test the labor And it's wages You know death I serving life from this gift of god Don't forget your potholders my niggaz Out in the streets You won't survive with, wack-ass beats ("We can see that!") These days and times Watch as we get ours with rhymes To my Metal Face bros with stomachs of cast iron Who been into when in blast to the last siren On the slow-mo the calm artist with the so-so chick Chased them all like Cairo did to Slobodan Milosovik Anyhoo, how 'bout them Yankees? Once I leave off-stage the party people thanks mee's If I may speak freely nasty like the freaky-deeky At your local sleazy speak-easy Famely fan of the limelight In the mic stand was a phallic stick of dynamite It's risky business like hand-to-hand crack sale With rappers who's better off on the cover of Black Tail Jumpin Jehosaphat, who's that? Who cats who do magic like "Tell me how you do's that" Heck no, especially those who cop pleas like gecko Thought I might do techno Ha ha, betcha bust out laughing at the bet For no reason he get cussed out like Tourette Yet tight flow to make her bad ass stutter Or even crack a smile from a mad fast cutter Butter, word play since third grade age Back when we used to play "Bang! Open bird cage" Hip hop Benny Hill's to penny straight Get every penny weight then he chill, at any rate My metal face hold with tongue release I-ring Do yourself, I will continue to do my thing Like Kung-Fu fighting everybody was biting Then the super-villain struck again like lightning In the same spot (bzzz!) now what's the chance of that? And a name drop like pick the name out the hat That's a known drop from the, liver conniver Who vote player out the rap game like Survive while I-ah Drop through greens like a nerd cat wheeling ten speed So way back spin your back and then freeze While I play high-ball, low-ball, to zero So called rhymers, go call Cleo While I, steal the show like thought-so-try-(??) Super-duper stars need Ortho-TriCylin Sometimes the men, mostly from the women I hear voices saying that's the super-villain (Uhh, I hear voices) Mostly from the women, I hear voices... super-villain Jerks Welcome to the octagon Lay a player flat before the trainer felt his clock was on Keep your socks torn, it's a box-a-thon With hard rock, Black, Rock & Ron's gone babazon Curled up, beggin, layin on the canvas Instead'a an ya ready, position like praying mantis Scissors, hand this, grand fist sandwich Stand switch, slammed on stitches which hands itch Damn snitch Any street corner Could be the platform til he defeat gone and wonder Watch ya mouth, jaw south paw, house floor Doubt ya clout more, bout raw, out score, boa! Off the leash like UFC Off the beat, off ya feet like two lefties FUB's, heffer please Lost a few to stew beef, new referees What a remarkable team, sold ya teeth Wipe off slight smirks The match was mapped out Get jabbed and crap slapped out, tapped out Either the lunch (???????) whole time Munchkins get punched in like vocal rhyme [MF Doom] KEEP YA HOES IN CHECK!(..Super!) I got this girl and she wants me to duke Her I told her I'd come scoop her around 8, she said "Super!" that sounds great, shorty girl's a trooper no matter what I need her to do, she be like "Super!" own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa on the microphone he flossed the ring "Super! average emcees is like a TV blooper MF DOOM...hes like D.B. Cooper out wit the moolah, I let her get a outfit jus to cool her off she said niggaz ain't about shit I wonder if she meant it, I doubt it the way it be in her mouth, she can't live witout it and can't live with this, handle yo bidness villain'll stay on a scandalous hoes shit list one pack of cookies please Mr. Hooper its fun smackin rookies, he is the "Super!" look like a black wookie when he let his beard grow weirdo, brown skin'ded always kept his hair low rumor has it its a S-curl accident DOOM was always known to keep the best girls backs bent some say its the eyes, some say the accent a lotta guys wonder where they stacks went I call her thunder thighs, with the fatty swolla only mess wit high rollas, do what daddy told her no matter the city she with me to do the thang thang work in the coochie, hooptie chitty chitty bang bang same name on the titty as on the name ring pretty like Baby D off "all in the same gang" keep my eye on her really don't trust her but I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut and the heat to turn beef to horsemeat chalupa teach her how to hold it, of course he is the "Super!" see most cats treat her like foofer or beat her to a stupor, take it from the "Super!" ya need to make her feel cuter and lay down the G like Luther, everythin'll be "Super!" do for her, keep her in a new fur so she look sweet when she go to meet the "Super!" got the buddha get the Grenadiers, twist it put it in the air, come 'ere, kiss it listen here scooter, let her try to bag you when she's on the rag never let her fry the Ragu which will have you under some type of spell crying "dag boo" her name on ya back in her tattoo whether a bourgie broad, nerd hoe, street chick don't call her wifey if you met her at the freaknick you don't want her don't waste her time, I'll dupe her oh and be a father to ya child like the "Super!" he keep his hoes in check sends 'em out to get glows from off frozen necks tell 'em take his clothes, leave him posin nekkid for real better yet, get 'em for the check off the record deal find out where he keep the tek an the blue steel make sure for extra wreck let 'em know how you feel and while he's runnin down to all star weekend to ball I'm comin with the U-HAUL!(Super!) (..Super!) (...Super!) Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and Won't stop rockin' til he clocked in a gazillion grand Tillin' the wasteland sands Rap sold backs of treasure maps stacks to the ceilin' fan He rest when he's ashes Ask em after ten miles of his goulashes, smashes stashes Chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster.. A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster They supposed ta know. It show when his aura glow Get from out the row, when he get dough it's horrible Time is money spend way save invest to fess From ten case a cave with chicken chest S Yes ya'll the dub to get your trickles The best ballers pitch in to rub and get a nickels But tut tut, he about to change the price again It go up each time, he blow up like hydrogen Villain here, have em shrillin' in fear And won't stop, top illin' til he a gazillionaire Grillin' stare, yeah ya boy had drama Got em on a mental plane, avoided bad karma Once sold a inbred skinhead a nigga joke Plus a brand new chrome smokin' with the triggers broke I thought I told em "firing pins was separate" He find out later when he tries to go an rep it Took a Jehovah money for a Arabic Torah Charged in advance, translate it and ignored it sorta One monkey don't stop no slaughter A junkie want ta cop a quarter ton, run for the border Know the drill, it ain't worth the overkill Flow skill, still... there's no thrill Villa burn ya 10K bills in his pilla Villa, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with... Dilla, (Dilla) mix, mix, mix Do a deal for kicks and get rich quick Sketch lyric, bet 'cha by the nick on some vick Ick from the drumstick, come with the dumb shtick Sick slick, hidden in a book The only way they find it if you're spittin' in a hook Listen, don't look now, keep walkin' Traded three beans for this cow, cheap talkin' Hawk men, stalkin', hit a weed, hawkin' often Coughin to a coffin, might as well scoff the pork then He's like Warf, some say stronger though Off the top J strong bow, play along bro Wear a mask like yo off the Gong Show Flow slow as Mongo, Don Juan thong pro For ya info when he's not practicin' Jim Crow A actress and some nympho bimbo He's playin' Ray Jay the old tape DOOM, well what can I say like JJ in a gold cape Fill it to the rim like brim Villain and ya won't find him in no gym Probably a foggy bog with the frogs With a dot on the guard as he squat on log Half cocked and half baked Used to keep a full stock of work half rocked and half shake My mistake, sign a track agreement For more G's than lines and cracks in the cement In any event it's fake like wrestlin' Get em like Jake The Snake on mescaline Ahem, elixir for the dry throat Tried to hit the high note. Villain since a itsy bitsy zygote By remote, send in the meat wagon Braggin' MC's packed in with they feets draggin' These stats are staggerin' Had his PHD in indiscreet street hagglin' Villain, his agenda is clear Endin' this year with dividends to spare, here It's not meant for the seein' Went through the celin' after enterin' his center bein' A new meanin' to sales through the roof Guaranteed raw and saw his truth is truth, proof It's the return of the tramp Who do a duet jam with Earnest goes to camp For the right earn - na'mean like Vern We need some more oil for the machines to burn, learn Jiminy crickets, he gets lucky like winnin' free tickets off sick brie lyrics One mans waste is another mans soap Sons fan base, know the brotha man's dope A real weirdo, with a bug rare flow And the way his hair grow was ugly as a scarecrow He wears a mask so the charge won't grab On a rooftop with a large stone slab Heads up, talk white and thought niggeris [MF Doom] One lonely evening alone home End up with carpal tunnel syndrome Here I am don't forget the heavy back aches Grown and living off of little Debbie snack cakes Supposed to be checking e-mails All I got is messages from ass naked females Kookies I don't know no jenny she said its free and I wont owe her a penny And that's the last time I saw her But thousands of more horror and on-line Gomorra And Sodom They got 'em with they curls out And they got a better sales pitch then the girl scouts I wonder what I owe her For a whole box of caramel coconut samoa Nite nite Ok honey sweet dreams now it gets very serious like peach creams A metal hand filled squish it on the quilt Misses wakes up and I'm killed over spilled milk Locked in looking at your picture Fully clothed winter and I right there wit cha Thinking about the last time I split your wishbone A man could only wish you could do the same till he get home Fat chance At least he got snacks Better have the due till a brother get back Till then smack when I jack I hope wanna hit peoples kookies with a fried pack That's three different flavors Chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry wafers He acting all hard bout to get beat up I'll show him what time it is once I get his feet up As soon as he fell off his beat down all I hear is Thirteenth cell put the sheet down Damn C.O. What the hell do she know Besides the fact that she wants her back dug out on the d-low A workaholic with a fountain in the ink pen House in the mountains and he stop drinking again In the wee hours he's gotten farther Maybe three showers getting hot and bothered The wiz with her legs bent pregnant God blessed the dick she wondered where her egg went He got to hell but it's hard to drink with out it And could use some kookies but trying not to think about it Watch him bet on jazz from knowledge on file Every other commercial college hoes gone wild Soft batch he prefer the other bunch like they got for lunch Chocolate fudge butter crunch Don't mess with the ritz bitz, wheat thins, saltine triskits Motts so's and cheese its Catch sugar fits every time he sees a nice pair of Chips ahoy double chocolate chunk Something with the bubble and the junk in the trunk Even the oreo No matter what the weather Always kept dipped in milk and stuck together In the game he's shameless even uses a code name Famous Amos Cheaper than a short stay at the day's inn and good like 25 cent oatmeal raisin Give it up to who invented the camera Never mind the ginger bread men and the grandma's Make sure she don't wake from her dream Killer get caught with a hand full of cream filled Kookies [Verse One] Walk the path of Jesus, witness if Hell frizzes The mind teases reality, crack the pieces Nothin' eases, bein' chastise with blood baptize Guys revise, acknowledge past lives Statements will be made, acknowledge me (knowledge me) My mind is Heaven's gate so enter me (enter me) My mind is the gate ta Hell so try ta flee (try ta flee) Both gates look da same, which will it be? (which will it be?) Demons screams from thought process Enter seamen, Child born stress Body want ta sleep but da mind can't rest Measure, pleasure through fanatical progress When it come ta currency, love is nonexistent Foes magnified, Friends become so distance Some hope ya die, back-stabbed in an instant Foes I despise, discase as Allies ta sabotage camouflage Loyalty is lies Ta see God, look inta my eyes Ta see the Devil inya, look inta my eyes as I rise from Hell's equator [Hook] 'Cause I'mma slow it up, speed it up, slow it up, speed it up Mettle Finger's feed beats Grimm Reaper eat 'em up Speed 'em up, slow 'em up, speed 'em up, slow 'em up Brainsick, Tick, Tick, Tick, MF blow it up Slow it up, speed it up, slow it up, speed it up Mettle Finger's feed beats Grimm Reaper eat it up Speed 'em up, slow 'em up, speed 'em up, slow 'em up Brainsick, Tick, Tick, Tick, MF blow it up [Verse Two] Take air, compress it, bless it Mix loops like Ku Klux MF don't give two fucks Nigga, quarterback blitz, poped, quickly fumble Leave game with concussion, seein' stars and mumbles This happens, ta any Emcee that want's ta rumble Dynasty's destroyed like Carrington's and Colby's Noise, reduced, MF thinks in Dolby Chop that ass in half like Obi Wan Kenobi Greatest of all time, God straight up told me Greatest of all time, the Devil even told me Icicles on surfaces of sun/Son, we livin' coldly Prophets be phony And we attact, we switch like the Wu-Tang symbol Still kill Jack even though Quick and Nimble plain and simple Pick Niggaz off while they ballin' and die old like stallin', yes Death I hear ya callin', I accept collect Human sacrifice, must pay respect We catch reck Nigga, we catch reck And... we gonna... gonna... [Hook] Slow it up, speed it up, slow it up, speed it up Mettle Finger's feed beats Grimm Reaper eat it up Speed 'em up, slow 'em up, speed 'em up, slow 'em up Brainsick, Tick, Tick, Tick, MF blow it up BOOM! MF Grimm, MF Doom [Megalon] Who you think I am, but who you want me to be? [King Ceasar] ...When I rock, jock niggaz in shellshock Don't watch the birdie watch the clock go tick tock I rip shop, I make ya girls bottom lip drop Yo word to the truckers at the pit stop I'm hip hop I hold heat, never forget what niggaz told me they showed me Other emcees trying to fold me they owe me Yo plus them niggaz mad slow gee I got my "Get U Now" so I'm comin with my homie Here's the plan: stick 'em up, I enter, through the window Stoop down so we can't see our crescendo Pass the indo, yo we used to be our friend though Yeah but thats the reason I dont really like to lend dough [Rodan] From the corners cylindrical triangle hats As dutch lyrics precise life wring dem from science Leave you entangled for months Tryin to figure who done it, you fronted Got cha shit stunted, didn't have to be that way Some saw the light comin in, they shunned it For the wickedness to those whose despise life and worship death The established matched at eye for eye, tooth for tooth, breath to breath These are the last days of the countdown, shit is just that drastic Write journals, like they use the prophets, study math like a Aztec [Megalon] Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be A true thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached I wanna give you my slugs and don't wanna take em Box sprays, but with my box cutter in my boxes Shots sprayed, who on cops high says we rastas Rock away boulevard, got love and ?knoxus? Bout five cops today, my rock away Niggaz and rock rage, got paid A rock, you know why I rock, meet me at the ?lobses? I suggest I should dress proper Copped a buzz, I copped a dutch I got a lotta love, with no strings attached [Kamackeris] Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, we got plenty Times, times, times, too many Sparked up and chat, you keep countin I do my thing, jealous niggaz keep doubtin Rock 'n' roll, lock 'n' load Emcees out for pots of gold, we stop 'em cold In they tracks an take all they ?jipsuses? All they dats, all they bullshit mixeses Give 'em a credit, not debt it We just flipped the calistetic Toss the andy pettitte, you said it We grandslam in the never boss stand Any pussy emcee's we abandon [MF Doom] Flew in from Monster Island just to rag shit wit jet lag With brothers specializin ways how us not to get bagged Egads! I bring confusion like roll call To emcees so-called, hoes be like "yup I told y'all" So socialize my bio so I dip dip dive Memorize like I-omega zip drive Go to the bar to drink to get soberer King Ghidra eat the head of a king cobra like king koba [Kong] Kong get a cut like Kobe, now hold heat So sweet, roll deep but no beef Those that doze deep, close sheets Po chose to speak with, reach over to reload the piece Slip from freak to deak, keep concrete Parallel to body til the next male Shotties and hotty, still waitin to exhale Smell the blood bath a slugs caught Slugs passed and bloodsport Bugged laugh, a bugged thought Caught some eyes make the case last stack a locker Bocker, drink a vodka, hit note, like Sinatra at a opera Drop a flocker, Orville Redenbocher Get you, got you, shot the two L's without the proper For the ?abus? knocker Hit the liquor, quicker than a quicker picker upper Girl and stick er, I leave more nuts than a snicker Kick er to the curb, punk a bitch, stomp a chick For now call me Kong, Monster Isle, Monster Click (Bow!) [Megalon] Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be True thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached I wanna give you my slugs, and don't wanna take 'em back I get no kick from champagne Their alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why shouldn't it be true I get a kick out of brew [MF Doom] There is only one beer left Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf Tempt me Do a number on the label Eat up all their MC's and drink 'em under the table like It's on me Put it on my tab kid However you get there Foot it, Cab it, Iron horse it You leaving on your face forfeit I crush the mic hold it like the heat he might toss it Told him tell they stole it He told her he lost it She told him get off it, and a bunch other more shit Getting money DT's be getting no new leads It's like he eating watermelon stay spitting new seeds It's da weed give me some of what he's drooping off Soon as he wake up choking like it was whooping cough The group been soft First hour 
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