True Thug MC

[Intro: MF DOOM] (Gibberish) Might have to do some fancy punching, but we can do it What we gonna say? What we gonna say on this here? [Hook: Megalon] I wanna be loved Not for who you think I am But who you want me to be A true thuggin' MC True thugs With no strings attached Wanna give you my slugs And don't wanna take 'em back I wanna be loved Not for who you think I am But who you want me to be A true thuggin' MC True thugs With no strings attached Wanna give you my slugs And don't wanna take 'em back [Verse 1: MF DOOM] Some M-er F-ers don't like how Sally walk I'll tell y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies from Cali talk Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang Nickname for nibble and tibble nibble metal fang Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang Known amongst foes for flow without no talking orangutans Only gin and Tang, guzzled out a rusty tin can Me and this mic like yin and yang Clang! Crime don't pay, listen youth It's like me holdin' up the line at the kissing booth I took her back to the truck she was uncouth Spittin' all out the sun roof through her missing tooth She has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce I turned it up faster than a speeding knife Strong enough to please a wife Able to drop todays math in the 48 keys of life Cut the crap far as rap Touch the mic and get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealin' What the devil? He on another level It's a word! No, a name! MF, the Supervillain! He cleans his mask with gasoline, they after him Last seen pulling a chick like a fiend pull a fast one Can't put shit past him Got niggas on his own team mad enough to blast him Retarted in real life, on the mic Rain Man Stand close to his main man like a a chain gang Who give a fuck about who or they weak crew That's no mystery like Hardy Boys would do with Nancy Drew Sorta wear her drawers down quarter The extorter bring slaughter like "Well I oughta" Suggest you hand over the formula Dullah A villian in your land, in his land a ruler Hard hitting like puffing a woola with Lieutenant Uhura Every day feel like it's a off day for Ferris Bueller Niggas pull heat to prove they not sweet No matter how you spell it, you still got beats to catch the [Hook: Megalon] I wanna be loved Not for who you think I am But who you want me to be A true thuggin' MC True thugs With no strings attached Wanna give you my slugs And don't wanna take 'em back I wanna be loved Not for who you think I am But who you want me to be A true thuggin' MC True thugs With no strings attached Wanna give you my slugs And don't wanna take 'em back [Verse 2: Megalon & MF DOOM] Run your jewels, money grip Don't try no funny shit, honey dip I want your money, bitch I'm on some more bullets to the tummy shit Take off your Reeboks Put all the weed from the weed spot in your Reeboks Or catch a .38 slug and [?] Hit the floor face down, skitch ground Jumpin' at the gun sound, thump a beat down, punk This a stickup! So if anybody try to get up, and get heated up So if you try to get up, you get the lit up No joke I ran through the badlands, like a bad man, damn I ran through the [?] down, like a madman Hey ho' gimme the money. No? MF, blow they muhfuckin' brains on the table [Hook: Megalon] I wanna be loved Not for who you think I am But who you want me to be A true thuggin' MC True thugs With no strings attached Wanna give you my slugs And don't wanna take 'em back I wanna be loved Not for who you think I am But who you want me to be A true thuggin' MC True thugs With no strings attached Wanna give you my slugs And don't wanna take 'em back [Outro] (Scratching)