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  • 作词 : MF DOOM
    作曲 : MF DOOM
    The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd
    The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard
    Take it from the Tec-9 holder
    They've bit but don't know their neck shine from Shinola
    Everything that glitters ain't fishscale
    Lemme think, don't let her faint get Ishmael
    A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act stack
    Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka
    Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa
    Start **** stoppa be a smart shoppa
    Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
    But who'd a know there's two mo' that wonder where the shooter go
    'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em
    Let 'em spit the venom said 'em got a lot of **** with 'em
    Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice
    We makes the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta moist
    Man, please, the stage is made of panties
    From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies
    Ban me the dough rake, daddy
    The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake
    For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man
    He'd take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand
    On some ol' thank ya ma'am an' ghost her
    She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster
    A whole host of roller coaster riders
    Not enough tracks (is it?)
    Hot enuff black (for ya)
    It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
    Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal?
    Do not stand still, both show skills
    Close but no krills, toast for po' nils, post no bills
    Coast to coast Joe Shmoe's flows ill, go chill
    Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills
    Off pride tykes talk wide through scar meat
    Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet
    Told ya, on some get-rich ****
    As he get older he gets colder than a witch tit
    This is it, make no mistakes
    Where my ***** go?
    Figaro, Figaro




    O's beats and my rhymes attack
    A scary act
    All black like Ms. Mary Mack
    Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano
    DOOM sings soprano like "una duociano"
    My momma told me
    Blast him and pass her her glass of Ol' E
    Not to be troublesome
    But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum
    No stick of bubble gum
    I like ice cream
    We could skip the weddin'
    Have a nice dream
    She only let him stick the head in
  • 作词 : MF DOOM
    作曲 : MF DOOM
    The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd
    The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard
    Take it from the Tec-9 holder
    They've bit but don't know their neck shine from Shinola
    Everything that glitters ain't fishscale
    Lemme think, don't let her faint get Ishmael
    A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act stack
    Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka
    Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa
    Start **** stoppa be a smart shoppa
    Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
    But who'd a know there's two mo' that wonder where the shooter go
    'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em
    Let 'em spit the venom said 'em got a lot of **** with 'em
    Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice
    We makes the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta moist
    Man, please, the stage is made of panties
    From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies
    Ban me the dough rake, daddy
    The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake
    For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man
    He'd take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand
    On some ol' thank ya ma'am an' ghost her
    She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster
    A whole host of roller coaster riders
    Not enough tracks (is it?)
    Hot enuff black (for ya)
    It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
    Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal?
    Do not stand still, both show skills
    Close but no krills, toast for po' nils, post no bills
    Coast to coast Joe Shmoe's flows ill, go chill
    Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills
    Off pride tykes talk wide through scar meat
    Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet
    Told ya, on some get-rich ****
    As he get older he gets colder than a witch tit
    This is it, make no mistakes
    Where my ***** go?
    Figaro, Figaro




    O's beats and my rhymes attack
    A scary act
    All black like Ms. Mary Mack
    Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano
    DOOM sings soprano like "una duociano"
    My momma told me
    Blast him and pass her her glass of Ol' E
    Not to be troublesome
    But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum
    No stick of bubble gum
    I like ice cream
    We could skip the weddin'
    Have a nice dream
    She only let him stick the head in