Don't mind me, I wrote this thread lightly

Discussion in 'Random Thoughts' started by Deus Ex Cirrhosis, Sep 2, 2005.

  1. Deus Ex Cirrhosis

    Deus Ex Cirrhosis Deadbeat

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    [MF Doom]
    Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
    After you who's last, it's Doom, he's the worst known
    That'll have your boom blown or even thirst bone
    Rock it to a worst clone, just don't curse the throne
    On his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go
    So he can bring it to you live in stere-ere-o
    Pan it, can't understand it, ban it
    The underhanded ranted, planned it and left him stranded
    The best, any who profess will be remanded
    Yes sir, request permission to be candid? Granted
    I don't think we can handle a style so rancid
    They flipped it like matted, did the old jazz standard

    (Jazz break)

    Don't mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly
    Off a two or three Heines, and boy was they fine gee
    One Black, One Spanish, One Chiney
    It keeps the woody shiny year round like a pine tree
    Don't sign me I'm about to get a mil without em
    Grab him off the shelf, he's the villain, and what about him
    So and he's a jerk and you don't know him
    Mad how he expand work but won't show 'em
    Poor guys what a cypha moreso four eyes
    Now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries
    All rise, so far art as a Rupple
    So raw break it down and make quadruple
    It's crucial, you could see it in his pupil
    And this time when he get it he'll waste it on somethin' useful
    Like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of cokey
    Keep it low key, known to pull a okey-dokey
    Silly Goose, Doom is too jokey
    Damn he could really use a room or a whole key
    Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads
    True dat, she gotta wonder do she come with kneepads
    What a call, what a real butterball
    Either I get a strike or strike out, gutterball
    Rock it like yeah for the four
    With knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl
    Yeah y'all you could say its an earful
    Beware, do not touch mic, be careful
    And just like he said, I coulda told ya
    MF, the holder of a boulder, Money Folder

    It's ain't funny nigga
    Money Folder

    (Beat break)

    (Outro/Record cuts)
    The muscle-bound karate expert concealed a razor edge
    Which could lop the head off of a marble statue once propelled
    With notorious world takeover schemes and the most magnificent gadgets imaginable
    Villains rapidly grew healthy cash flow
    It is explained by a more comedic villain, the bald headed DOOM
    This villain rose to incredible new heights of money-making, revenge and extortion
    Such was the magnitude of the typical villain
    This is no answer!
    Very well then.... a duel to the death

    Madvillain is your fucking father.
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    121 Senior Member

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    Wow, I'm not going to read that.
  3. Deus Ex Cirrhosis

    Deus Ex Cirrhosis Deadbeat

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    Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
    That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
    Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
    A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster
    I-C-E cold, nice to be old
    Y2G steed twice to threefold
    He sold scrolls, lo and behold
    Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
    Keep your glory, gold and glitter
    For have half of his niggaz'll take him out the picture
    The other half is rich and don't mean shit-ta
    Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
    Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare
    When he have the mic it's like the place get like: 'Ah yeah!'
    It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
    Just keep ya eye out, like 'aye, aye captain'
    Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it
    And can they testify from inner spirit
    In living, the true gods
    Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
    Got more lyrics than the church got 'Ooh Lords'
    And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords
    Or even one with two blades on it
    Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
    It's like the end to the means
    Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends
    That's why he brings his own needles
    And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos..
    Slip like Freudian
    Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion
    When he had the mic you don't go next
    Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need Kotex
    Exercise index won't need Boflex
    And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex

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