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Gas Drawls - MF DOOM

Gas Drawls

MF DOOM

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Metal Face DOOM

Operation Doomsday

You were very high

By the way, I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in 50s

Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like jiffy (pop-pop!)

In a instant, get smoked like Winston Cigarettes

Hoes get ripped off like Nicorette (patch)

In real life, the real trife scene

Might snatch ya 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

GM, 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 y'all motherfuckers, master yours

My disaster 'cause hell, in gas drawls

The Supervillain cooler than a million, I be chillin'

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

Holdin', foldin' the pal

Known as massive-versatile

I'd like to big-them-up Monsta Isle

(You were very high)

Um, yeah (to call my name)

I saw you in Hell with them gas drawls

(You were very high) mm-mm

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 givin' crews a brush with death like between meals

Two times a day with brothers that's tight like a noose

With more rhymes in use than Dr. Seuss

Or motherfuckin' Mother Goose

X the suspicious flirter who every hooker heard'a

Next to malicious murda

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

16 shots, I do believe, and one up the sleeve

(To call my name) master of the O who predict ya last pause

I told y'all, Hell and gas drawls

Breakin' glass and plastic jaw like federal drastic law

Fed up from fightin' secret war wit' them Fantastic Four

(Invisible Bitch)

Versus Doom wit' the metal face

Before I go to state, the hoe 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 lick 'em where they tickle

Before I hit the clit though, I'ma spit 'til 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

- It's already the end -