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(MF Doom) |
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The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd |
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The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard |
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Take it from the Tech N9ne holder |
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Dead bent, but don't know their neck shine from Shinola |
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Everything that glitters ain't fish scale |
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Lemme think; don't let her faint get Ishmael |
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A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act stack |
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Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka |
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Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa |
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Start shit stoppa be a smart shoppa |
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Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay |
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But who'd a know there's 2 mo' that wonder where the shooter go |
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'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em |
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Let 'em spit venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em |
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Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice |
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We makes the joints that make 'em spread 'em butter moist |
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Man, please. The stage is made of panties |
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From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies |
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Hand me the dough rake, daddy |
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The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake |
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For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man |
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He'd take her for her masters, hit it once and shake her hand |
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On some ol' "thank ya ma'am" an' ghost her |
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She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster |
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A whole host of roller coaster riders |
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Not enough tracks (is it?) |
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Hot enuff black (for ya) |
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It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals |
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Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal? |
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Do not stand still, boast show skills |
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Close but no crills, toast for po' ills, post no bills |
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Coast to coast Joe Shmoes flows ill, go chill |
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Not supposed to overdose, NoDoz pills |
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Off pride tikes now talk wide though scar meat |
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Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet |
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Told ya, on some get-rich shit |
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As he gets older he gets colder than a witch tit |
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This is it, make no mistakes |
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Where my nigga go? |
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Figaro, Figaro |
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O's beats and my rhymes attack |
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A scary act |
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All black like Miss Mary Mack |
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Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano |
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DOOM sings soprano like uno dos y'ano |
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My momma told me |
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Blast him and pass her her glass of Ol' E |
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Not to be troublesome |
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But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum |
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No stick of bubble gum |
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I like ice cream |
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We could skip the wedding |
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Have a nice dream |
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She only let him stick the head in |
