Get 'Er Done

[MF DOOM] Make no mistake, son, it's Jake One He makes beats well like I likes my steaks done With sauteed onions and hella Worcestershire A gush of beer, to wash it down, douche your ear And clean the crud out your third eye For the return of the word guy who known to make turds fly At the first fanbase of all hater Hold that for now, it's more waste for y'all later The bigger the gall, they fall greater than gay skirt The nigga they call for tall paper, hit pay dirt Say work, he do you one better, show and prove it True MC's flow, so lose it or move it With the two bit spit, they sunk him for two cent Whoever writ they shit, tell 'em quit it, they too bent Cut the losses, it ain't balanced what the cost is, in horses Ahk, Siddiq will let 'em know who's the boss is [MF DOOM] And it ain't no dental Only the innate way the groove seem to paint your mental Usin' the insane flow stencil He said in plain English, ain't payin' yo' rent bill But still, the gent was ill With the intent to kill, the scent was krill To the full extent of skill, vent the grill Vill will make 'em feel like the deal spent a mill' Meant it for real folks, bet'cha dyin' dollar Dented the steel choke when he met the iron collar Wrote this oath while pinching a loaf Metal Face, Rhymesayers – mention 'em both Raise your right palm, "We do solemnly swear To stack more dough more calmly this year" DOOM get the cash like cow – cheddar, son Have it in a smash like bow, "Get 'er done"