Listenin to nothin, takin no suggestions,
All destructive criticisms that can’t improve on perfection.
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Nowadays, the game is all bugged out,
Phony, like back when Hammer tried to come thugged out.
Raise your right palm: We do solemnly swear
To stack more dough more calmly this year.
Catch a throatful from the fire vocal
Ashing and molten glass like Eyjafjallajökull.
Scared of a bunch of water? Then get out the rain.
Order a rapper for lunch, and spit out the chain.
You could either ignore this advice, or take it from me:
Be too nice, and people take you for a dummy.
Uh oh, it’s beer o’clock, I think I’m sober.
How about we think this over, over a can of King Cobra?
Golly, he’s just a pest and your worst best friend,
Who mend and rip space-time fabric like polyester blend.
Only in America could you find a way to make a healthy buck,
And still keep your attitude on self-destruct.
A lot of crews like to act like a violent mob,
They really need to just shut the fuck up like Silent Bob.
Classical slap-stick rappers need Chapstick.
Classical slap-stick rappers need Chapstick.
Wrote this lyric from in the bed wit’ a chick
She had the tightest grip around the head of my…
…Bic. Now, can I get my pen back?
They’d rather see me fail than succeed,
That’s why I’m alone on my own with no team.
Don’t need no green, though I got some to spend;
In the end…all I really need is a friend.
There’s four sides to every story…
If these walls could talk, they’d probably still ignore me.
The motto goes: Sex, Drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll.
I prefer: Love, Hugs and Hip-Hop Soul.