There’s four sides to every story…
If these walls could talk, they’d probably still ignore me.
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The motto goes: Sex, Drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll.
I prefer: Love, Hugs and Hip-Hop Soul.
Listenin to nothin, takin no suggestions,
All destructive criticisms that can’t improve on perfection.
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.