Potholderz feat. Count Bass D

Potholderz feat. Count Bass D 歌词

歌曲 Potholderz feat. Count Bass D
歌手 MF Doom
专辑 MM...FOOD
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[00:00.000] 作曲 : MF DOOM
[00:00.000][Intro]
[00:00.973] (Hot shit) (Aww shit)
[00:19.688]
[00:19.688][Verse 1: Count Bass D]
[00:19.688] I strive to be humble, lest I stumble
[00:21.999] Never sold a jumbo or copped chicken with its mumbo
[00:24.867] Sauce, Tyson is a fowl holocaust
[00:27.502] Hitler gassed your whole head up with poultry, I'm fed up
[00:30.287] Ignore cordon bleu, stand up, get up
[00:33.152] Lunge for your knife, don't forget your potholders
[00:37.239] (Hot shit)
[00:38.029]
[00:38.029][Verse 2: MF DOOM]
[00:38.029] What, these old things? About to throw 'em away
[00:41.325] With the gold rings that make 'em don't fit like OJ
[00:44.487] Usually I take them off with Oil of Olay
[00:46.580] MCs is crabs in a barrel, pass the Old Bay
[00:49.672] Hot as hell and it's a cold day, innit?
[00:52.214] Working on a way that we can roll away tinted
[00:54.858] Some say the price of holding heat is often too high
[00:57.990] You either be in a coffin or you be the new guy
[01:00.839] The one that's too fly to eat shoo pie
[01:03.672] Never too busy when it comes down to you and I
[01:06.277] (Swear to God) A lot of niggas wish to die
[01:08.636] They need to hold they horses, there's bigger fish to fry
[01:11.496] You're on the list, if not, pick a number spot
[01:14.645] Ten and a half Timbs is made to kick your bumba claat
[01:17.276] I coulda had a V-8
[01:19.889] F-150 quad cab but I'll be straight
[01:22.757] Money comes and goes like that two bit hussy
[01:25.353] That night that tried to rush me, Dwight, pass the dutchie
[01:28.221] So I can calm down so they don't get it twisted
[01:30.817] Take it from the fire side, it won't get blistered
[01:33.679] Got it, what happened? Oh, it's not lit
[01:36.453] These metal fingers be holding (Hot shit)
[01:38.948]
[01:39.219][Verse 3: Count Bass D]
[01:39.474] When I was four, I penned "God Was Born In New York"
[01:41.562] Back in '77, still got nan in the crescent
[01:44.427] The effervescence of God's presence is thick
[01:46.235] Unlike vapor, Esther Rolle, extra raw, word to the baker
[01:49.878] Peace to the hardworkin' gingerbread makers
[01:52.756] Looked her up and down; said, "Hmm, too much makeup"
[01:55.602] Poor music taste, ten years from being grown up
[01:58.456] Rappers don't blow up, heads do (Aww, shit)
[02:01.069] My name is Dwight Spitz, I'm a Sonic addict
[02:03.970] I use to think it was merely a nagging habit
[02:06.582] Born under a bad sign, I'm serious about this curse of mine
[02:09.701] I strive to flip it into fine wine
[02:12.072] "Barely born a virgin" is what the stars said
[02:14.660] Black not white, red all over, though, like Elmo
[02:17.803] Twenty-eight years have passed, I feel I'm peaking
[02:20.167] I make music every weekend
[02:22.758] It's a chore, a fact of life, a labor of love
[02:25.623] I get mad love, but I detest the labor
[02:28.455] And its wages—you know, death?
[02:30.533] I'm servin' life from this gift of God
[02:32.601] Don't forget your potholders, my niggas
[02:35.237]
[02:35.767][Outro]
[02:37.858] (More hot shit)
[02:41.494] (More hot shit)
[02:44.080] (More hot shit)
[03:03.169] A short time later
[00:00.000] zuo qu : MF DOOM
[00:00.000][Intro]
[00:00.973] Hot shit Aww shit
[00:19.688]
[00:19.688][Verse 1: Count Bass D]
[00:19.688] I strive to be humble, lest I stumble
[00:21.999] Never sold a jumbo or copped chicken with its mumbo
[00:24.867] Sauce, Tyson is a fowl holocaust
[00:27.502] Hitler gassed your whole head up with poultry, I' m fed up
[00:30.287] Ignore cordon bleu, stand up, get up
[00:33.152] Lunge for your knife, don' t forget your potholders
[00:37.239] Hot shit
[00:38.029]
[00:38.029][Verse 2: MF DOOM]
[00:38.029] What, these old things? About to throw ' em away
[00:41.325] With the gold rings that make ' em don' t fit like OJ
[00:44.487] Usually I take them off with Oil of Olay
[00:46.580] MCs is crabs in a barrel, pass the Old Bay
[00:49.672] Hot as hell and it' s a cold day, innit?
[00:52.214] Working on a way that we can roll away tinted
[00:54.858] Some say the price of holding heat is often too high
[00:57.990] You either be in a coffin or you be the new guy
[01:00.839] The one that' s too fly to eat shoo pie
[01:03.672] Never too busy when it comes down to you and I
[01:06.277] Swear to God A lot of niggas wish to die
[01:08.636] They need to hold they horses, there' s bigger fish to fry
[01:11.496] You' re on the list, if not, pick a number spot
[01:14.645] Ten and a half Timbs is made to kick your bumba claat
[01:17.276] I coulda had a V8
[01:19.889] F150 quad cab but I' ll be straight
[01:22.757] Money comes and goes like that two bit hussy
[01:25.353] That night that tried to rush me, Dwight, pass the dutchie
[01:28.221] So I can calm down so they don' t get it twisted
[01:30.817] Take it from the fire side, it won' t get blistered
[01:33.679] Got it, what happened? Oh, it' s not lit
[01:36.453] These metal fingers be holding Hot shit
[01:38.948]
[01:39.219][Verse 3: Count Bass D]
[01:39.474] When I was four, I penned " God Was Born In New York"
[01:41.562] Back in ' 77, still got nan in the crescent
[01:44.427] The effervescence of God' s presence is thick
[01:46.235] Unlike vapor, Esther Rolle, extra raw, word to the baker
[01:49.878] Peace to the hardworkin' gingerbread makers
[01:52.756] Looked her up and down said, " Hmm, too much makeup"
[01:55.602] Poor music taste, ten years from being grown up
[01:58.456] Rappers don' t blow up, heads do Aww, shit
[02:01.069] My name is Dwight Spitz, I' m a Sonic addict
[02:03.970] I use to think it was merely a nagging habit
[02:06.582] Born under a bad sign, I' m serious about this curse of mine
[02:09.701] I strive to flip it into fine wine
[02:12.072] " Barely born a virgin" is what the stars said
[02:14.660] Black not white, red all over, though, like Elmo
[02:17.803] Twentyeight years have passed, I feel I' m peaking
[02:20.167] I make music every weekend
[02:22.758] It' s a chore, a fact of life, a labor of love
[02:25.623] I get mad love, but I detest the labor
[02:28.455] And its wages you know, death?
[02:30.533] I' m servin' life from this gift of God
[02:32.601] Don' t forget your potholders, my niggas
[02:35.237]
[02:35.767][Outro]
[02:37.858] More hot shit
[02:41.494] More hot shit
[02:44.080] More hot shit
[03:03.169] A short time later
[00:00.000] zuò qǔ : MF DOOM
[00:00.000][Intro]
[00:00.973] Hot shit Aww shit
[00:19.688]
[00:19.688][Verse 1: Count Bass D]
[00:19.688] I strive to be humble, lest I stumble
[00:21.999] Never sold a jumbo or copped chicken with its mumbo
[00:24.867] Sauce, Tyson is a fowl holocaust
[00:27.502] Hitler gassed your whole head up with poultry, I' m fed up
[00:30.287] Ignore cordon bleu, stand up, get up
[00:33.152] Lunge for your knife, don' t forget your potholders
[00:37.239] Hot shit
[00:38.029]
[00:38.029][Verse 2: MF DOOM]
[00:38.029] What, these old things? About to throw ' em away
[00:41.325] With the gold rings that make ' em don' t fit like OJ
[00:44.487] Usually I take them off with Oil of Olay
[00:46.580] MCs is crabs in a barrel, pass the Old Bay
[00:49.672] Hot as hell and it' s a cold day, innit?
[00:52.214] Working on a way that we can roll away tinted
[00:54.858] Some say the price of holding heat is often too high
[00:57.990] You either be in a coffin or you be the new guy
[01:00.839] The one that' s too fly to eat shoo pie
[01:03.672] Never too busy when it comes down to you and I
[01:06.277] Swear to God A lot of niggas wish to die
[01:08.636] They need to hold they horses, there' s bigger fish to fry
[01:11.496] You' re on the list, if not, pick a number spot
[01:14.645] Ten and a half Timbs is made to kick your bumba claat
[01:17.276] I coulda had a V8
[01:19.889] F150 quad cab but I' ll be straight
[01:22.757] Money comes and goes like that two bit hussy
[01:25.353] That night that tried to rush me, Dwight, pass the dutchie
[01:28.221] So I can calm down so they don' t get it twisted
[01:30.817] Take it from the fire side, it won' t get blistered
[01:33.679] Got it, what happened? Oh, it' s not lit
[01:36.453] These metal fingers be holding Hot shit
[01:38.948]
[01:39.219][Verse 3: Count Bass D]
[01:39.474] When I was four, I penned " God Was Born In New York"
[01:41.562] Back in ' 77, still got nan in the crescent
[01:44.427] The effervescence of God' s presence is thick
[01:46.235] Unlike vapor, Esther Rolle, extra raw, word to the baker
[01:49.878] Peace to the hardworkin' gingerbread makers
[01:52.756] Looked her up and down said, " Hmm, too much makeup"
[01:55.602] Poor music taste, ten years from being grown up
[01:58.456] Rappers don' t blow up, heads do Aww, shit
[02:01.069] My name is Dwight Spitz, I' m a Sonic addict
[02:03.970] I use to think it was merely a nagging habit
[02:06.582] Born under a bad sign, I' m serious about this curse of mine
[02:09.701] I strive to flip it into fine wine
[02:12.072] " Barely born a virgin" is what the stars said
[02:14.660] Black not white, red all over, though, like Elmo
[02:17.803] Twentyeight years have passed, I feel I' m peaking
[02:20.167] I make music every weekend
[02:22.758] It' s a chore, a fact of life, a labor of love
[02:25.623] I get mad love, but I detest the labor
[02:28.455] And its wages you know, death?
[02:30.533] I' m servin' life from this gift of God
[02:32.601] Don' t forget your potholders, my niggas
[02:35.237]
[02:35.767][Outro]
[02:37.858] More hot shit
[02:41.494] More hot shit
[02:44.080] More hot shit
[03:03.169] A short time later
Potholderz feat. Count Bass D 歌词
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