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)