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MF Doom [MM....Food]
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I haven't eaten all day, how am I gonna do this, man?
Yeah, don't wait for her, man, don't wait for her
I'll tell you what, man, come with me now
And you know I'll get you some lunch, I'll hook you up with something
I got a little bank, you know, no problem
I hear you, that's cool
Alright, it's cool
Man, can't you guys just wait here about a half hour, man?
Yo, I'll be back man, I'm just gonna munch up a little bit man, I'm pretty hungry
Yo, later we'll come back, you know
Here you will find food for your body
As well as comfort for your troubled mind
I'd really like some soup
Of course my friend, what happened to your hand?
Oh, nothing
Oh, food at last
How did they get here?
Regular storage procedure, the same as the other food
What other food?
Fish
(Food)
Protein
Now what happened
Well, the cop got
Next morning, I went to the store to get some food
(Bread and butter)
They arrested me
I'll save you, thank you
Would you like a snack?
Thanks for the drink
Chicken, beef or turkey
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Operation Doomsday complete
All units report casualty, damage testing
Enough, you talk of the people's rights
The people have only those rights which I choose to give them
And that's for their own good, believe me
I do, DOOM
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They disappoint me, they must work faster
But the prisoner
Ah yes, the young traitor who has tried to turn my people against me
Watch him, I have special plans for that one
Beef rap could lead to gettin' teeth capped
Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap
I suggest you change your diet
It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it
Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
It ain't no startin' back once arteries start to squeeze
Take the easy way out, phony
Until then, they know they wouldn't be talkin' that baloney in the bullpen
So disgusting, pardon self as I discuss this
They talk a wealth of shit, and they ain't never seen the justice
Bust this like a cold milk from out the toilet
Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he'll boil it
He be better off on PC glued
And it's a feud, so don't be in no TV mood
Every week it's mystery meat, seaweed stewed
(Food, we need food)
He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh
A rather ugly brother with flows that's gorgeous
Drop-dead joints, hit the whips like bird shit
They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit
Her bra smell, his card say, oh hell
Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel
Keep a cooker where the jar fell
And keep a cheap hooker that's off the hook like Ma Bell
Top bleeding, maybe fellow took the loaded rod gears
Stop feeding babies colored, sugar-coated lard squares
The odd pair swears and God fears
Even when it's rotten, we've gotten through the hard years
I wrote this note around New Year's
Off a couple of shots and a few beers, but who cares
Enough about me, it's about the beats
Not about the streets and who food he about to eat
A rhyming cannibal who's dressed to kill, it's cynical
Whether is it animal, vegetable or mineral
It's a miracle how he get so lyrical
And proceed to move the crowd like a old negro spiritual
For a mil' do a commercial for Mello Yello
Tell 'em devil's hell, no, sell y'all own Jello
We hollow krills, she swallow pills
He follow flea collar, three dollar bills
And squeal for halal veal, if y'all appeal
Dig the real, it's how the big ballers deal
Twirl a L after every meal (food)
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What up?
To all rappers, shut up with your shuttin' up
And keep your shirt on, at least a button up
Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin' males?
Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales
They chippin' nails, DOOM, chippin' scales
Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off shippin' sales
This one goes out to all my people skippin' bail
Dippin' jail, whippin' tail and sippin' ale
Light the doobie 'til it glow like a ruby
After which they couldn't find the villain like Scooby
He's in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit
Overproof drunk shit, who'd have thunk it?
Punk, try and ask why ours be better
Could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater
Yes you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD, nude
(We need food)
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Wait, bring him to me
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