MF DOOM

Hey yo, yo, y'all can't stand right here In his right hand was your man's worst nightmare Loud enough to burst his right ear drum, close range The game is not only dangerous but it's most strange I sell rhymes like dimes The one who mostly keep cash

(MF Doom) MC's fall back Cause Vik in your ear with the whole ball of wax Call or fax for the freshest rhyme delivery Or takeout, for the fake-you-out ballers in the industry Boss with the Lee jeans, bad man, you know B They say he's a cross between

I remember when, last past November when Clown kid got pounded in with the Timberland They left him trembling, he was not remembering: Never tuck your denim in just to floss an emblem Some would debate, "Wait, the fella ate gelatin Or even listening

Mic check... Come through, dig the sound! Crowd around! I used to cop a lot But never copped no drop Hold mics like pony tails, tight, and bob alot Stop and stick around Come through and dig the sound Of the fly brown six-o sicko psycho who throws hi

it's the beat, he hear it in his sleep sometimes blare it in ya jeep so ya peoples can stare at them rhymes real rhymes not your everyday hologram even when ribs was touchin never swallowed the ham he'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad it might need

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 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 al

darker then the east river, larger then the empire state where the beast to guard the barbed wire gate is on the job, not my fate...tired of the wait till the villain bring deliverance from the dire straits fire at a higher rate, why debate the liars

Submit Lyrics Your name will be printed as part of the credit when your lyric is approved. 专辑:Special Herbs, Vols. 5 & 6 歌手:MF DOOM 歌曲:Lavender Buds

dead bent - mf doom ooh, you're like the sun chasing all of the pain away when you come around, you bring brighter days she told me, you're the perfect one me and you forever will be he told her, i will rock this microphone ... always! i hold the mic

I can understand it V the beat bandit Who bring heat from the mic unhanded Who ever go after burn their hands and lips A lot of rappers ran and abandon they whips It's just another day in the Dunia Don't leave your girl around V he might swoon her Up

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' mortit

Who told you dat? Roll through, BRAACK Old to the new knows who holds the hat Custom tailor fitted, head stayed same size Big since first born, well-spitted game-wise Same guy, same disguise, sick aim eyes Stare at thick dame thighs, click, claim pri