MF DOOM — Gas Drawls - 12 Version

[Intro] (Uh, uh-huh) Yo, this that butter shit Niggas know I never stutter with It's called the flip-style [Verse 1] I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fifty blocks Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like jiffy pop In a instant, get smoked like Winston Cigarettes Bitches get ripped off like Nicorette (Patch) In real life, the real trife scene Might snatch one's life like assault machine Rifle, dead-up setup like bull-fight Be bluntеd like we like could not whitе or in full flights X 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 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 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 [Break: MF DOOM] Bitch, nigga, switch the style Who massive versatile? Who bigged 'em up Monster Isle? (Who dat?) I saw... Hell with them gas drawls Mhm [Verse 2: MF DOOM] To my brother Subroc and Black Ju, I crack brew for Two more free 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 It's X the suspicious flirter, who every hooker heard'a 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 plus one up the sleeve Master of the O who predict yo last pause I told y'all, Hell and gas drawls Breakin' glass and plastic jaw like federal drastic law Fed up from fightin' secret wars with them Fantastic Fours (Invisible Bitch) Versus Doom wit' the metal face Before it goes to state, the ho' better settle case The flow is at pedal pace, steady like tricycles Beware all suckas, y'all froze like icicles I'm baggin' bitches like nickels, I lick 'em where they tickle Before I hit the clit though, I'mma spit till I pronounce More hits than a ounce, no doubt About to bounce, X the unannounced, I'm out [Outro: MF DOOM] And I'd like to give a shoutout to my man Jet Jaguar And also, you know D-Smooth, [?] (Master of the O), MF (I call this one) Gas Drawls G.M