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[MF Doom]
Give him some skin, a real country bumpkin
Get up off his property, villain, fuzzy lumpkin
Dumpin, enough raw lead to leave a forehead sunk in
When he's on tour, keep your balls off him pumpkin dumplin
Town village nympho, now it's all his dough
The way she got down was far from priviledged info
Break up to make up, wake up and smell the indo
Just from how she like to show her belly button window
Couldn't tell him nothing, 5200 Atari or Sega
Test two L's with the lit Garcia Vega
His tongue is like a sword that's mighty like a pen
And you ain't seen nothing like The Almighty Quinn, alrighty then
Seal the deal with the shaking of a hand
Peoples catching feelings like it's making of the band
Villain have you fake man shaking in his Vans
When he do a jam, fans breakdancing in the stands
Chances are, you'll lose the battle and the war
Trying to go to shore with just a paddle and an oar
Ooh shucks, you should've known them two smucks
Would've came to the game, you lame ducks, off beaucoup bucks
[Vast Aire]
Yo metal fingers, fix the beat with fire water
I advise all fathers to watch their daughters
It's goin down tonight
We got monsters in the crowd and they ready to fight
Metal fingers, fix the beat with fire water
I advise all fathers to watch their daughters
You know we keep tricks up the sleeve
Coming through with the justice league (but you don't hear me though)
I used to sew army patches on my favorite coat
BMX, got ya guns, old folks got soaked
Homeless Sally from Cali cursed cats in the alley (you mutha)
Sound so foul we washed our mouths with soap
I came up with cats who never be smiling (who never be smiling)
I called Doom he said meet him on monster island
Where the girls look good and the emcees be wylin (wylin)
You can catch me in velour suits stylin
Where Lady J holding hands with the baroness
Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes don't got nothing on this
I got them go go gadgets (go go gadgets)
So when the cobra law come through the floor, I'm putting snakes in caskets
[MF Doom]
We rhyme and do our thang, he's like Stymie from Our Gang
With ??? twang, try me and wha-dah-dah-dang
I don't think you wanna know, even if you still do
And want me to I'll tell you, but then I'll have to kill you, will you
Please, it's like a grilled cheese sandwich
Gotta bring the butter, else the bread'll get damaged
Flip it, slice it, and give half to Vast Aire
If he acts nice and bring a glass, we'll share the last beer
[Vast Aire]
After the Cold Vein and Doomsday we don't need no pie
Revolution, we hit cops with judo chops
And all you see is red, black, and green
Know i'm down for my team, they killed Radio Raheim!
Now wanna smoke a blunt, you know blow off some steam
Open my mouth like Godzilla, and all you see is light beams
This rap shit ain't all that it seems
You can leave it to Da Supafriendz to spill the beans
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