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[MF Doom] Two two One two, two two ("Uh-uh, uh-uh") One one ("Y'all ain't gon' cut my front but") ("'Less I get one of them, sport") ("Sport radio thangs with the earbuds") The super flow more stupider than Richard Pryor Combine with Bazooka Joe jokes, to spit fire Eat MC's like El Chupa Nibre Except for when I defeat and knock they beat off eBay Danger in the street, shootin at a DJ Doom countin chickens like the Colonel on D-Day "We 'bout to fry, so burn 'em all" he say Villain gettin paid off the same joint three ways ... You rang? "Can you spare some sugar?" By his right ear was a smear and a booger Pour my coffee, he replied "Of coursely" Spilt two on the mask whispered "Eww get it off me" His money chunk he couldn't spare a thin dime Once was in a rhyme crew - monkies into crime What happened? He coulda went platinum Then he discovered the secret plan they had to gat him ... It wasn't hard to find the file to pull They had they differences, all irreconcilable And that's a pile of bull - they're bad SongtexteThat's why they don't tell no tales, don't wear plaid His upper lip and dome stayed stiff I made him try to riff over a homemade gift A statue with overfoam chrome sprayed Kif With a handwritten signature from dude who played Biff The Simpsons, but "Back to the Future Part II" And leave it up to you, to choose who When he cruise through, he know how you foolsies do Get a cat to dreamin and you cream him like a Suzie Q He said "{Fuck you, bitch} you don't know me Watch I bring the truck through, switch like you owe me" If you in luck, I get richer off you, blow me Dumile got her like Inuyasha got Kagome Well, now what do we got here Miscommunication, can lead to hot beer Although he's not here, his agenda was clear Clearly a big spender, who wears a lot of gear Doom the Great, no low self-esteem Got to go get the wealth growin green gleam He make it seem mean as a pre-teen choir head Sire said, the first time he seen Firehead The squire, what about Barbera? Closer than it seems like in the car mirror Dancers turn gangsta, what be surely wilder His student was a cell buddy, name of Early Cuyler [Squidbillies] WHERE'S MY DAMN CHICKEN?! [Sheriff] Damn! Well y'know that boy can PERM! How much do I owe ya? [phone hangs up] Aus Songtexte Mania