[Verse: MF DOOM]
The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd
The best MC with no chain you ever heard
Take it from the TEC-9 holder
They bit and don't know they own shine from Shinola
Everything that glitters ain't fish scale
Let me think, don't let her faint, get Ishmael
A shot of Jack got her back, it's not an act stack
Forgot about the cack-a-lack, holler back, clack-clack-blocka
Villainy, feel him in your heart chakra
Chart-topper, start-shit-stopper, be a smarter shopper
Shot a cop day around the way, 'bout to stay
But who'd a know there's two more that wonder where the shooter go?
'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em
Let 'em spit venom, said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em
Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice
We makes the joints that make 'em spread 'em, butter 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, and shake her hand
On some old, "Thank you, ma'am," and ghost her
She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster
A whole host of rollercoaster riders
Not enough tracks (Is it?)
Hot enough, black (For ya)
It's too hot to handle
You got blue sandals
Who shot you? Who got you new spots to vandal?
Do not stand still, boast, show skills
Close, but no krills, toast for poor ills, post no bills
Coast to coast, Joe Shmoe's flows ill
Go chill, not supposed to overdose, NoDoz pills
Offsides like how Worf rides with Starfleet
Off pride tykes, now talk wide though scar meat
Told you, on some get-rich shit
As he get older, he get colder than a witch tit
This is it, make no mistakes, where my nigga go?
Oh, Figaro, Figaro
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