Metalface DOOM
Operation: Doomsday
Donald Fagen:
You were very high
MF DOOM:
By the way, I re-up on bad dreams
Bag up screams in fiftys, be up on mad schemes
That heat shop like jiffy-pop (pop)
In a instant, get smoked like Winston
Cigarettes, go's get ripped off like Nicorette (patch)
In real life, the real trife scene
Might snatch your life like assault machine
Rifle, dead up setup like bull-fight
Be blunted how we like, couldn't white or in full flight
The unemotional, call me anti-social
On the run, off the gun, death tally commercial
Death valley is like rehearsal to the streets
To my peeps, G.M, MF on the beat
Rhymes is chosen like the weapons of war
So keep from steppin' on my floor or delivery front door
I bring it to ya'll motherfuckers, master yours
My disaster cause Hell in gas drawls
The supervillain cooler than a million
I be chillins, still quick to slice squares like Sicilians
Don't make me have to hurt them feelings
I'll ruin you in the dirt that I be doin' in my dealings
(While I'm) sendin spirits through the ceilin'
Chrome peelin', dome blown
Within the comforts of your own home
Grown big, wheelin' and high rollin'
I hold the lye, it keeps the sty on my eye swollen
MF DOOM and Donald Fagen:
Holdin', foldin' the pal (In the corner)
Known as massive-versatile (I saw you)
I'd like to big-em-up Monster Isle
(You were very high)
Um yeah (In the corner)
(Of my eye)
I saw you in Hell with them gas drawls
(You were very high)
MF DOOM:
To my brother Subroc and Black Jewel
I crack brew for two more, three men, two up
I hit the brew up like nobody knows, how X the unseen feels
When giving crews a brush with death like between meals
Two times a day with brothers that's tight like a noose
Wit more rhymes in use than Dr. Seuss or motherfuckin' mother goose
X, the suspicious flirter
Who every hooker heard uh, next to malicious murder
A track type vicious fulfillin' the pipe wishes
The misses may be legal minus the baby eagle
Any given summer's eve, don't breathe
Sixteen shots I do believe and one up the sleeve
Master of the O who predict ya last pause
I told ya'll Hell and gas drawls breakin'
Glass and plastic jaw like federal drastic law
Fed up from fightin' secret war with them Fantastic Four
(Invisible bitch) versus Doom with the metal face
Before I go to state, the ho better settle case
The flow is at pedal pace, steady like tricycles
Beware all suckas is froze like icicles
(Bag 'em up) and baggin' bitches like nickels
'Cause I licked 'em where they tickle
Before I hit the clit though I'mma split till I pronounce
More hits than a ounce no doubt
About to bounce, X the unannounced, I'm out
And I like to give a shoutout to the brother Jet Jaguar
Megalon
And King Geedorah
I call this joint right here
Gas Drawls
In Hell with yours
Donald Fagen:
Of my eye
I saw you in
You were very high
In the corner
Of my eye
I saw you in
You were very high
In the corner
Of my eye
I saw you in
You were very high
You were very high
