Gas Drawls 歌词
| 歌曲 | Gas Drawls |
| 歌手 | MF Doom |
| 专辑 | Operation: Doomsday |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : MF Doom | |
| ...metalface doom... | |
| ...operation doomsday... | |
| By the way, | |
| I read up on bad dreams | |
| bag up screams in fiftys | |
| be up on mad schemes | |
| that heat shop like jiffy-pop(pop) | |
| in a instant | |
| get smoked like winston | |
| ciggarettes | |
| ho's get ripped off like nicorette | |
| (patch) | |
| in real life | |
| the real trife scene | |
| might snatch ya life like a-ssault machine | |
| rifle | |
| dead up setup like bull-fight | |
| be blunted how we like | |
| couldnt white or in full flight | |
| the unemotional | |
| call me anti-social | |
| on the run off the gun | |
| death tally commercial | |
| death valley? | |
| is like rehearsal to the streets | |
| to my peeps | |
| G.M. | |
| MF on the beat | |
| rhymes | |
| is chosen like the weapons of war | |
| so keep from steppin on my floor | |
| or delivery | |
| front door | |
| I bring it to ya'll motherfuckers | |
| master yours | |
| my disaster cause- | |
| hell- | |
| and gas drawls | |
| the super villain- | |
| cooler than a million | |
| i be chillin | |
| still quick to slice squares like sicilian | |
| dont make me have to hurt them feelins | |
| ill ruin you in the dirt that i be doin in my dealins | |
| sendin spirits through the ceilin'- | |
| chrome peelin'- | |
| dome blown | |
| within the comforts of your own home | |
| grown big | |
| wheelin' and high rollin' | |
| I hold the lye- | |
| it keeps the sty on my eye swollen'... | |
| holdin, | |
| and ?????????, | |
| known as massive-versatile, | |
| Id like to big-em-up monster-isle... | |
| uummm, | |
| yeah... | |
| I saw you in hell wit dem gas drawls... | |
| To my brother Subroc- | |
| and black ju I crack brew for- | |
| two more, three men, two up, | |
| I hit the brew up like- | |
| nobody knoowwss... | |
| how X the unseen feels | |
| when givin crews a brush with death like between meals | |
| two times a day | |
| wit brothers thats tight like a noose | |
| wit more rhymes in use than doctor seuss | |
| or motherfuckin' mother goose | |
| X is da suspicious flirter | |
| who every hooker hearda' | |
| next to malicious murda' | |
| a track type vicious | |
| fulfillin the pipe wishes | |
| ?????? may be legal | |
| minus the baby eagle | |
| any given summers eve- | |
| dont breathe | |
| sixteen shots i do believe- | |
| and one up the sleeve... | |
| master of the O | |
| who predict ya last pause- | |
| i told ya'll | |
| hell and gas drawls- | |
| breakin- | |
| glass and plastic jaw- | |
| like federal drastic law | |
| fed up from fightin' secret war | |
| wit' them fantastic four- | |
| (invisible bitch) | |
| versus Doom wit' the metal face | |
| before I go to state | |
| the ho better settle case | |
| the flow is at pedal pace | |
| steady like tricycles | |
| beware all suckas is froze like icicles... | |
| (bag 'em up) | |
| and baggin' bitches like nickels | |
| cause I licked 'em where they tickle | |
| before I hit the clit though imma spit till I pronounce | |
| more hits than a ounce no doubt | |
| about ta bounce, | |
| X the unannounced- | |
| im out... | |
| and i like to give a shoutout, | |
| to the brother jet-jaguar... | |
| Megalon... | |
| and King Ghidra... | |
| I call this joint right here... | |
| Gas Drawls... | |
| In hell wit yours... |
| zuo ci : MF Doom | |
| ... metalface doom... | |
| ... operation doomsday... | |
| By the way, | |
| I read up on bad dreams | |
| bag up screams in fiftys | |
| be up on mad schemes | |
| that heat shop like jiffypop pop | |
| in a instant | |
| get smoked like winston | |
| ciggarettes | |
| ho' s get ripped off like nicorette | |
| patch | |
| in real life | |
| the real trife scene | |
| might snatch ya life like assault machine | |
| rifle | |
| dead up setup like bullfight | |
| be blunted how we like | |
| couldnt white or in full flight | |
| the unemotional | |
| call me antisocial | |
| on the run off the gun | |
| death tally commercial | |
| death valley? | |
| is like rehearsal to the streets | |
| to my peeps | |
| G. M. | |
| MF on the beat | |
| rhymes | |
| is chosen like the weapons of war | |
| so keep from steppin on my floor | |
| or delivery | |
| front door | |
| I bring it to ya' ll motherfuckers | |
| master yours | |
| my disaster cause | |
| hell | |
| and gas drawls | |
| the super villain | |
| cooler than a million | |
| i be chillin | |
| still quick to slice squares like sicilian | |
| dont make me have to hurt them feelins | |
| ill ruin you in the dirt that i be doin in my dealins | |
| sendin spirits through the ceilin' | |
| chrome peelin' | |
| dome blown | |
| within the comforts of your own home | |
| grown big | |
| wheelin' and high rollin' | |
| I hold the lye | |
| it keeps the sty on my eye swollen'... | |
| holdin, | |
| and ?????????, | |
| known as massiveversatile, | |
| Id like to bigemup monsterisle... | |
| uummm, | |
| yeah... | |
| I saw you in hell wit dem gas drawls... | |
| To my brother Subroc | |
| and black ju I crack brew for | |
| two more, three men, two up, | |
| I hit the brew up like | |
| nobody knoowwss... | |
| how X the unseen feels | |
| when givin crews a brush with death like between meals | |
| two times a day | |
| wit brothers thats tight like a noose | |
| wit more rhymes in use than doctor seuss | |
| or motherfuckin' mother goose | |
| X is da suspicious flirter | |
| who every hooker hearda' | |
| next to malicious murda' | |
| a track type vicious | |
| fulfillin the pipe wishes | |
| ?????? may be legal | |
| minus the baby eagle | |
| any given summers eve | |
| dont breathe | |
| sixteen shots i do believe | |
| and one up the sleeve... | |
| master of the O | |
| who predict ya last pause | |
| i told ya' ll | |
| hell and gas drawls | |
| breakin | |
| glass and plastic jaw | |
| like federal drastic law | |
| fed up from fightin' secret war | |
| wit' them fantastic four | |
| invisible bitch | |
| versus Doom wit' the metal face | |
| before I go to state | |
| the ho better settle case | |
| the flow is at pedal pace | |
| steady like tricycles | |
| beware all suckas is froze like icicles... | |
| bag ' em up | |
| and baggin' bitches like nickels | |
| cause I licked ' em where they tickle | |
| before I hit the clit though imma spit till I pronounce | |
| more hits than a ounce no doubt | |
| about ta bounce, | |
| X the unannounced | |
| im out... | |
| and i like to give a shoutout, | |
| to the brother jetjaguar... | |
| Megalon... | |
| and King Ghidra... | |
| I call this joint right here... | |
| Gas Drawls... | |
| In hell wit yours... |
| zuò cí : MF Doom | |
| ... metalface doom... | |
| ... operation doomsday... | |
| By the way, | |
| I read up on bad dreams | |
| bag up screams in fiftys | |
| be up on mad schemes | |
| that heat shop like jiffypop pop | |
| in a instant | |
| get smoked like winston | |
| ciggarettes | |
| ho' s get ripped off like nicorette | |
| patch | |
| in real life | |
| the real trife scene | |
| might snatch ya life like assault machine | |
| rifle | |
| dead up setup like bullfight | |
| be blunted how we like | |
| couldnt white or in full flight | |
| the unemotional | |
| call me antisocial | |
| on the run off the gun | |
| death tally commercial | |
| death valley? | |
| is like rehearsal to the streets | |
| to my peeps | |
| G. M. | |
| MF on the beat | |
| rhymes | |
| is chosen like the weapons of war | |
| so keep from steppin on my floor | |
| or delivery | |
| front door | |
| I bring it to ya' ll motherfuckers | |
| master yours | |
| my disaster cause | |
| hell | |
| and gas drawls | |
| the super villain | |
| cooler than a million | |
| i be chillin | |
| still quick to slice squares like sicilian | |
| dont make me have to hurt them feelins | |
| ill ruin you in the dirt that i be doin in my dealins | |
| sendin spirits through the ceilin' | |
| chrome peelin' | |
| dome blown | |
| within the comforts of your own home | |
| grown big | |
| wheelin' and high rollin' | |
| I hold the lye | |
| it keeps the sty on my eye swollen'... | |
| holdin, | |
| and ?????????, | |
| known as massiveversatile, | |
| Id like to bigemup monsterisle... | |
| uummm, | |
| yeah... | |
| I saw you in hell wit dem gas drawls... | |
| To my brother Subroc | |
| and black ju I crack brew for | |
| two more, three men, two up, | |
| I hit the brew up like | |
| nobody knoowwss... | |
| how X the unseen feels | |
| when givin crews a brush with death like between meals | |
| two times a day | |
| wit brothers thats tight like a noose | |
| wit more rhymes in use than doctor seuss | |
| or motherfuckin' mother goose | |
| X is da suspicious flirter | |
| who every hooker hearda' | |
| next to malicious murda' | |
| a track type vicious | |
| fulfillin the pipe wishes | |
| ?????? may be legal | |
| minus the baby eagle | |
| any given summers eve | |
| dont breathe | |
| sixteen shots i do believe | |
| and one up the sleeve... | |
| master of the O | |
| who predict ya last pause | |
| i told ya' ll | |
| hell and gas drawls | |
| breakin | |
| glass and plastic jaw | |
| like federal drastic law | |
| fed up from fightin' secret war | |
| wit' them fantastic four | |
| invisible bitch | |
| versus Doom wit' the metal face | |
| before I go to state | |
| the ho better settle case | |
| the flow is at pedal pace | |
| steady like tricycles | |
| beware all suckas is froze like icicles... | |
| bag ' em up | |
| and baggin' bitches like nickels | |
| cause I licked ' em where they tickle | |
| before I hit the clit though imma spit till I pronounce | |
| more hits than a ounce no doubt | |
| about ta bounce, | |
| X the unannounced | |
| im out... | |
| and i like to give a shoutout, | |
| to the brother jetjaguar... | |
| Megalon... | |
| and King Ghidra... | |
| I call this joint right here... | |
| Gas Drawls... | |
| In hell wit yours... |
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