MF DOOM — Gas Drawls Demo

It's that butter shit niggas know I always never stutter with! Check the styles, check it, uh, peep it [Verse 1] I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fifties Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like jiffy-pop Shit, instant, get smoked like Winston cancers And cut halves through them [?] gangsters too In real life, the real trife scene Might steal your life with the assault machine Rifle, dead up, it's a setup like bull-fight Be blunted how we like can't white or in full flight (X) The unemotional, call me anti-social On the run from off the gun death tally commercial Death valley is like rehearsal to the streets To my peeps, [?] one-two's on beats Like the weapons of war Now you keep from steppin' on my floor, or delivery front door Special, (ed) and motherfuckers master yours My disaster causes you: Hell in them gas drawls The supervillain, cooler than a million, I be chills 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, in the comforts of your own home Grown, big wheelin', high rollin' I hold the lye, I keep the sty on my eye swollen Bitch, nigga, switch the style X a massive-versatile Big up to Monster Isle I saw you in Hell with them gas drawls Peep it [Verse 2] To my brother Subroc and Black Ju I crack brew for (you), 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 who's tight like a noose With more rhymes in use than Dr. Seuss or motherfuckin' mother goose X the suspicious flirter That every hooker hearda', next to malicious murder Track is type vicious fulfillin' ya 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 (Man) Master of the O to predict ya last pause I told you, Hell and gas drawls, breakin' Glass and plastic jaws like federal drastic laws Fed up from fightin' secret wars with them Fantastic Fours (with the invisible bitch) Versus Doom wit' the metal face before I go to state The ho better settle case The flow is at pedal pace, steady like tricycles Beware all suckers is froze like icicles I'm baggin' bitches like nickels Cause I licked 'em where they tickle before I hit the clit though I'ma split till I pronounce, more hits than a ounce no doubt About to bounce, X the unannounced, I'm out [Outro] And I like to give a shout to my man Jet Jaguar You know, D-Smooth, B-One Master of the O I call this joint In hell with them Gas Drawls