歌曲 | A Dead Mouse |
歌手 | MF Doom |
专辑 | Vaudeville Villain |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dumile, Lawrence | |
Yo | |
I'm only rhyming where the drums is at | |
Y'all *******s think y'all slick wit that bull*******t bump that | |
Y'all pay V for flowing to the beat | |
Not for what he know that got hos ho'in in the streets | |
That's for him to know | |
And for they to never find out | |
About the kidnap, blind fold, and the blind mouse | |
The coroner report say he simply signed out oh | |
And I know | |
Y'all wanna see a wino bring the wine out | |
Cat wit a dead mouse is how he catch the phrase and pause plays wit it | |
Kill it | |
And eat off it for days kid it | |
Who ever ain't get it ain't supposed to | |
For standing still close to | |
Bandits will ghost you | |
No shoot Sherlock | |
I don't know how they do on your block | |
Out here we rock on to the sure shot | |
*******t still ain't stop keep it on till your peeps is gone | |
V be on the creep no matter what you keep it on | |
CD whop | |
Peep | |
Catch the beat too ridiculously | |
People think he study levitation's true mystery | |
How to power an envious scallon till he got him for his sweet 16 | |
He said Ed be wilding | |
Rumor has it things got violent | |
He clobbered him and broke the ******* out | |
But he ain't try to rob him | |
I told her don't tell your man that's the trouble with these chicks | |
Next experiment | |
Twelve strands from double helix | |
No | |
I haven't seen Kes Neelix | |
Oh yeah | |
You stay away from her with those lyrics | |
Please | |
Aint nobody ******* after her | |
I'm out of here as soon as I fix the flux capacitor | |
N O N and speak to V in a proper manner | |
Before he stabs ya and put out all type of propeaganda | |
Stop the slander | |
Chop the hand of a thief | |
And cut the mouth off of who ever comes out they teeth | |
V sell time to an inmate | |
And then tell him a rhyme for the hell of it to demonstrate | |
They know who's the renown beat critic | |
Do a street lyric like that's a neat trick | |
Off on a tangent | |
He ain't got a cent | |
Supposed to went to management and spent it getting bent | |
Sparky | |
I had enough of your malarkey | |
For one don't mark me and who you calling darky | |
Agitate in the dark |
zuo ci : Dumile, Lawrence | |
Yo | |
I' m only rhyming where the drums is at | |
Y' all s think y' all slick wit that bull t bump that | |
Y' all pay V for flowing to the beat | |
Not for what he know that got hos ho' in in the streets | |
That' s for him to know | |
And for they to never find out | |
About the kidnap, blind fold, and the blind mouse | |
The coroner report say he simply signed out oh | |
And I know | |
Y' all wanna see a wino bring the wine out | |
Cat wit a dead mouse is how he catch the phrase and pause plays wit it | |
Kill it | |
And eat off it for days kid it | |
Who ever ain' t get it ain' t supposed to | |
For standing still close to | |
Bandits will ghost you | |
No shoot Sherlock | |
I don' t know how they do on your block | |
Out here we rock on to the sure shot | |
t still ain' t stop keep it on till your peeps is gone | |
V be on the creep no matter what you keep it on | |
CD whop | |
Peep | |
Catch the beat too ridiculously | |
People think he study levitation' s true mystery | |
How to power an envious scallon till he got him for his sweet 16 | |
He said Ed be wilding | |
Rumor has it things got violent | |
He clobbered him and broke the out | |
But he ain' t try to rob him | |
I told her don' t tell your man that' s the trouble with these chicks | |
Next experiment | |
Twelve strands from double helix | |
No | |
I haven' t seen Kes Neelix | |
Oh yeah | |
You stay away from her with those lyrics | |
Please | |
Aint nobody after her | |
I' m out of here as soon as I fix the flux capacitor | |
N O N and speak to V in a proper manner | |
Before he stabs ya and put out all type of propeaganda | |
Stop the slander | |
Chop the hand of a thief | |
And cut the mouth off of who ever comes out they teeth | |
V sell time to an inmate | |
And then tell him a rhyme for the hell of it to demonstrate | |
They know who' s the renown beat critic | |
Do a street lyric like that' s a neat trick | |
Off on a tangent | |
He ain' t got a cent | |
Supposed to went to management and spent it getting bent | |
Sparky | |
I had enough of your malarkey | |
For one don' t mark me and who you calling darky | |
Agitate in the dark |
zuò cí : Dumile, Lawrence | |
Yo | |
I' m only rhyming where the drums is at | |
Y' all s think y' all slick wit that bull t bump that | |
Y' all pay V for flowing to the beat | |
Not for what he know that got hos ho' in in the streets | |
That' s for him to know | |
And for they to never find out | |
About the kidnap, blind fold, and the blind mouse | |
The coroner report say he simply signed out oh | |
And I know | |
Y' all wanna see a wino bring the wine out | |
Cat wit a dead mouse is how he catch the phrase and pause plays wit it | |
Kill it | |
And eat off it for days kid it | |
Who ever ain' t get it ain' t supposed to | |
For standing still close to | |
Bandits will ghost you | |
No shoot Sherlock | |
I don' t know how they do on your block | |
Out here we rock on to the sure shot | |
t still ain' t stop keep it on till your peeps is gone | |
V be on the creep no matter what you keep it on | |
CD whop | |
Peep | |
Catch the beat too ridiculously | |
People think he study levitation' s true mystery | |
How to power an envious scallon till he got him for his sweet 16 | |
He said Ed be wilding | |
Rumor has it things got violent | |
He clobbered him and broke the out | |
But he ain' t try to rob him | |
I told her don' t tell your man that' s the trouble with these chicks | |
Next experiment | |
Twelve strands from double helix | |
No | |
I haven' t seen Kes Neelix | |
Oh yeah | |
You stay away from her with those lyrics | |
Please | |
Aint nobody after her | |
I' m out of here as soon as I fix the flux capacitor | |
N O N and speak to V in a proper manner | |
Before he stabs ya and put out all type of propeaganda | |
Stop the slander | |
Chop the hand of a thief | |
And cut the mouth off of who ever comes out they teeth | |
V sell time to an inmate | |
And then tell him a rhyme for the hell of it to demonstrate | |
They know who' s the renown beat critic | |
Do a street lyric like that' s a neat trick | |
Off on a tangent | |
He ain' t got a cent | |
Supposed to went to management and spent it getting bent | |
Sparky | |
I had enough of your malarkey | |
For one don' t mark me and who you calling darky | |
Agitate in the dark |