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[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

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