Beef Rapp

MF Doom

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    Now 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, y'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, let him come back

    Here you will find food for your body
    As well as comfort for your troubled mind
    I'd really like some soup (bread and butter)
    Of course my friend, what happened to your hand?
    Oh, food at last!

    How did they get here?
    Regular storage procedure, the same as the other food
    What other food?
    Fish (food) protein (fast for ya)

    Now what happened?
    Well, the cop got
    The 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

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    Operation doomsday complete
    All your intercoms casualty and 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
    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 getting 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 starting back once arteries start to squeeze
    Take the easy way out phony, until then
    They know they wouldn't be talking that bologna in the bullpen
    So disgusting, pardon self as I discuss this
    They talk a wealth of shit and they ain't never seen injustice
    Bust this, like a cold milk from out the toilet
    Two batteries, some brillo and some foil, heat'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: Aw 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 fella 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 'bout to eat
    A rhyming cannibal who's dressed to kill and 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 them devils: Hell no, sell y'all own jello
    We Hollow Krills, she swallow pills
    He follow flea collar three dollar bills
    And squealed for halal veal, if y'all appeal
    Dig the real, it's how the big ballers deal
    Twirl a l after every meal (food!)

    What up? To all rappers: Shut up with your shutting up
    And keep a shirt on, at least a button-up
    Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin' males?
    Out-of-work jerks since they shut down Chippendales
    They chippin' nails, doom tippin' scales
    Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off shippin' sales
    This one goes out to all my peoples skippin' bail
    Dippin' jail, whippin' tail and sippin' ale
    Light the doobie till 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, but who'd'a 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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