FYI

[Verse 1: MF DOOM] Yeah yeah, cheers Chug a few of these hot beers Mostly rep for my true thuggers who's not here Physically, spiritually or mentally, even heathens And right there was all still breathin' and eatin' Manna brownies, hold the walnuts, extra ganja All one or all none to quote professor Bronner Doctor of hot mamas Johnny on the spot, on dot, got honors, partner Spit it on a CD like he did it on graffiti Writ it like a Dear Jane letter gone Tahiti Make it seem easy It ain't, but sho fun though With more sponsorship to rumble in the jumble With tongue-fulls of lung flow Every breath count Foe like toes feeling very left out Boy, imagine how the heel feel Seal a deal Santorini Black metallic with the alloy wheel Supercharged by the time he get the rhyme wrote Seen the future retired on an old time boat With some rice, curry and a bowl of prime goat Word, heard they stole a vote, hold up, hold my coat Soldiers for hire, fire They're full of more ear than you spare a good year tire The hood is where Ah, he, he gets his inspiration Like nobody’s business For your information [Verse 2: M.E.D.] Okay, k, chill Pop a few of these chill will yah 'till I feel smeared like the rope on the wind shield M.E.D drill, spill another beer Still on them heels like mom's had a free meal More will and pill and dollar bills near Still come in like the way the after bill feel Male straighter than thin nail stainless Can't blame a mom pregnant drinking Old English Famous from [?] out speakers Leave beavers stuck to the box like cheese pizza Leave her, she ain't got a job neither No-visa mom raised to Leave it to Beaver The game need change like parking meter [?] like fat man scoop [?] Above is the Sci-Fi Fly guy more dips than a side fry Live wire watch RA. 455 Cook ramens like cold pie FYI