[MF Doom] One lonely evening alone home End up with carpal tunnel syndrome Here I am don't forget the heavy back aches Grown and living off of little
(feat. 4ize, Angelika) [Angelika] ...shayton never came so ill, he got skill Met a brother from the drill that gave my spine chills All.. thirty three
[MF Doom] Darker than the east river Larger than the Empire State Where the beats to guard the barbed wire gate Is on the job not my fate Tired of the
Talking] Yo.. [MF Doom: Talking] Yo [Mr. Fantastik: Talking] MF Doom [MF Doom: Talking] Mr. Fantastik [Mr. Fantastik: Talking] Mr. Fantastik [MF Doom
up And keep your shirt on, at least a button up Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin males? Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendale's They chippin nails, Doom
[Whodini] Before we go any furthur..FRIENDS! [MF Doom] As you call em, they call you when they need somethin Trees for the blunt 'n, to g's for the frontin
[MF Doom] I get no kick from champagne Their alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why shouldn't it be true I get a kick out of brew [MF Doom]
Keep on, to the sure shot! Huh-ha! Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh! Yeah, you're listening to the buttery slickness The Land-O-Lakes from my man MF Doom! Ha ha ha
release a statement to the press - let the rest know who did that Metal Face terrorists claim responsibility Broken household name usually said in hostility Um... what... MF
I remember when, last past November when Clown kid got pounded in with the Timberland They left him trembling, he was not remembering: Never tuck your
debt it We just flipped the calistetic Toss the andy pettitte, you said it We grandslam in the never boss stand Any pussy emcee's we abandon [MF Doom
up Speed 'em up, slow 'em up, speed 'em up, slow 'em up Brainsick, Tick, Tick, Tick, MF blow it up BOOM! MF Grimm, MF Doom
the brutal weather We ready to do whatever, yo' Doom you with it? (You know it like a poet, my brother) (Hey, Gunn you wit it?) Whatever... [the finest!] [MF Doom
[MF Doom] A fly tramp, that's what she called me 'Cause I don't wear no Stetson hats like Paul C As y'all see, who give a fuck? Who know what is it? These
gas your whole head up with poetry I'm fed up Ignore cordon bluh Stand up get up Lunge for your knife Don't forget your potholders [MF DOOM] What These
...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
I only play the games that I win at And stay the same with more rhymes than there's ways to skin cats As a matter of fact, let me rephrase With more rhymes
Ooh, you're like the sun Chasing all of the pain away When you come around, you bring brighter days She told me, you're the perfect one Me and you forever