Modern Day Mugging 歌词
| 歌曲 | Modern Day Mugging |
| 歌手 | MF Doom |
| 专辑 | Vaudeville Villain |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dumile, Gosman | |
| he used to get straight A's | |
| nowadays get way payed is the pet phrase | |
| set the stage, preferably night time | |
| daylight reserved for research and writin' rhymes | |
| things is harder than the tarnish on the garnish | |
| and his gold seems to ?, gosh darn-it we, we hold heat | |
| goin' all out to the fullest, all dipped | |
| chrome four-fiddith, no bullets no clip | |
| black electric tape over the hole in the handle | |
| if you hold it right and hit 'em with it they can't tell | |
| but still, you gotta be careful | |
| dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earfull | |
| v personally favors, "please dont kill me" | |
| empty out your pockets and I probably wont willy | |
| but if you don't hurry up and shut up, I'll kill ya | |
| so lay down and count to a hundred loud will ya? | |
| when the nickle gleam like its greased up | |
| thugs turn to icicles, hard rocks freeze up | |
| this could all be a distraction just to buy time to blast you | |
| so keep something to cut in case you has to | |
| if he was on the island he'd probably rob a millionaire | |
| and be known for wilin' out like Bob Dylan here | |
| these clever war tips | |
| you wont get from cats who never wore skips | |
| now lets get down to brass tacks | |
| follow procedure and count stacks like nasdaq | |
| dont be caught snoozin | |
| in the early morning hours from a long night of boozing | |
| stick 'em up chump, you know what this is | |
| do the right thing you might live to see your kids | |
| all he said was "c'mon don't shoot!" | |
| so shook I think he shit his sean jean suit | |
| why you starin'? run your chain like an errand | |
| and your girls earrings, and what you wearin' | |
| survival tactics for when things get too gritty | |
| he feels its his duty to the people of the city | |
| just so long as nobody get hurt | |
| it keep your average citizen on point and alert | |
| and don't forget to check her d-cup | |
| now I bust how he got this duck for his re-up | |
| then he's back on the bricks, smokin indo' | |
| never let a handy fiend fix your broken window | |
| oh, who wanna hate the witty lurker | |
| who follow y'all on the late, dressed like a city worker | |
| ok miss, come up off that bracelet | |
| just got your hair did don't make me waste it | |
| so, go to hades get the devil for his stash | |
| but no old ladies unless you're sure they carry mad cash | |
| like the one from the liquor store | |
| he watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score | |
| before he told her whore get on the floor | |
| she pulled out and let off like quick draw mcgraw | |
| damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo | |
| he would've let her have it, if he had the ammo | |
| its all in good fun, true | |
| moral of the story son duke | |
| senior citizens'll bust their guns too |
| zuo ci : Dumile, Gosman | |
| he used to get straight A' s | |
| nowadays get way payed is the pet phrase | |
| set the stage, preferably night time | |
| daylight reserved for research and writin' rhymes | |
| things is harder than the tarnish on the garnish | |
| and his gold seems to nbsp?, gosh darnit we, we hold heat | |
| goin' all out to the fullest, all dipped | |
| chrome fourfiddith, no bullets no clip | |
| black electric tape over the hole in the handle | |
| if you hold it right and hit ' em with it they can' t tell | |
| but still, you gotta be careful | |
| dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earfull | |
| v personally favors, " please dont kill me" | |
| empty out your pockets and I probably wont willy | |
| but if you don' t hurry up and shut up, I' ll kill ya | |
| so lay down and count to a hundred loud will ya? | |
| when the nickle gleam like its greased up | |
| thugs turn to icicles, hard rocks freeze up | |
| this could all be a distraction just to buy time to blast you | |
| so keep something to cut in case you has to | |
| if he was on the island he' d probably rob a millionaire | |
| and be known for wilin' out like Bob Dylan here | |
| these clever war tips | |
| you wont get from cats who never wore skips | |
| now lets get down to brass tacks | |
| follow procedure and count stacks like nasdaq | |
| dont be caught snoozin | |
| in the early morning hours from a long night of boozing | |
| stick ' em up chump, you know what this is | |
| do the right thing you might live to see your kids | |
| all he said was " c' mon don' t shoot!" | |
| so shook I think he shit his sean jean suit | |
| why you starin'? run your chain like an errand | |
| and your girls earrings, and what you wearin' | |
| survival tactics for when things get too gritty | |
| he feels its his duty to the people of the city | |
| just so long as nobody get hurt | |
| it keep your average citizen on point and alert | |
| and don' t forget to check her dcup | |
| now I bust how he got this duck for his reup | |
| then he' s back on the bricks, smokin indo' | |
| never let a handy fiend fix your broken window | |
| oh, who wanna hate the witty lurker | |
| who follow y' all on the late, dressed like a city worker | |
| ok miss, come up off that bracelet | |
| just got your hair did don' t make me waste it | |
| so, go to hades get the devil for his stash | |
| but no old ladies unless you' re sure they carry mad cash | |
| like the one from the liquor store | |
| he watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score | |
| before he told her whore get on the floor | |
| she pulled out and let off like quick draw mcgraw | |
| damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo | |
| he would' ve let her have it, if he had the ammo | |
| its all in good fun, true | |
| moral of the story son duke | |
| senior citizens' ll bust their guns too |
| zuò cí : Dumile, Gosman | |
| he used to get straight A' s | |
| nowadays get way payed is the pet phrase | |
| set the stage, preferably night time | |
| daylight reserved for research and writin' rhymes | |
| things is harder than the tarnish on the garnish | |
| and his gold seems to nbsp?, gosh darnit we, we hold heat | |
| goin' all out to the fullest, all dipped | |
| chrome fourfiddith, no bullets no clip | |
| black electric tape over the hole in the handle | |
| if you hold it right and hit ' em with it they can' t tell | |
| but still, you gotta be careful | |
| dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earfull | |
| v personally favors, " please dont kill me" | |
| empty out your pockets and I probably wont willy | |
| but if you don' t hurry up and shut up, I' ll kill ya | |
| so lay down and count to a hundred loud will ya? | |
| when the nickle gleam like its greased up | |
| thugs turn to icicles, hard rocks freeze up | |
| this could all be a distraction just to buy time to blast you | |
| so keep something to cut in case you has to | |
| if he was on the island he' d probably rob a millionaire | |
| and be known for wilin' out like Bob Dylan here | |
| these clever war tips | |
| you wont get from cats who never wore skips | |
| now lets get down to brass tacks | |
| follow procedure and count stacks like nasdaq | |
| dont be caught snoozin | |
| in the early morning hours from a long night of boozing | |
| stick ' em up chump, you know what this is | |
| do the right thing you might live to see your kids | |
| all he said was " c' mon don' t shoot!" | |
| so shook I think he shit his sean jean suit | |
| why you starin'? run your chain like an errand | |
| and your girls earrings, and what you wearin' | |
| survival tactics for when things get too gritty | |
| he feels its his duty to the people of the city | |
| just so long as nobody get hurt | |
| it keep your average citizen on point and alert | |
| and don' t forget to check her dcup | |
| now I bust how he got this duck for his reup | |
| then he' s back on the bricks, smokin indo' | |
| never let a handy fiend fix your broken window | |
| oh, who wanna hate the witty lurker | |
| who follow y' all on the late, dressed like a city worker | |
| ok miss, come up off that bracelet | |
| just got your hair did don' t make me waste it | |
| so, go to hades get the devil for his stash | |
| but no old ladies unless you' re sure they carry mad cash | |
| like the one from the liquor store | |
| he watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score | |
| before he told her whore get on the floor | |
| she pulled out and let off like quick draw mcgraw | |
| damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo | |
| he would' ve let her have it, if he had the ammo | |
| its all in good fun, true | |
| moral of the story son duke | |
| senior citizens' ll bust their guns too |
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