I get no kick from shit
this shit ball doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be true?
I get a kick out of poo...
There's only one toilet left
Rappers shitting in all in our ears like we're deaf
Tempt me, do a number 2 on the toilet
shit up all they MC's and piss 'em under the table like
"It's on me, put it on my tab kid"
However, you shit
Foot it, cab it, Iron horse it
You're relieving on a face, forfeit
I crush the bowl, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
Told him tell they stole it
He told her he lost it
She told him "Get off it," and a bunch other more shit
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon stay spitting new shits
It's the shits, give me some of what he's poopin off
Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough
They shits been soft
First hour at the bathroom and their trooping off
He went to go flush and get some poop by the side road
She asked him to autograph her derriere
It read
"To Wide shit
This yard bird taste like fried toad Turd
Love Villain"
Take poop in code words
Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
Study how to eat to die, by the toilet guy
No he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezers eye
And squeeze her thigh
Maybe give her turds a feel
And the same way she feel it when she flow with nerves of steel
They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed
"How there's only one turd left? the pack comes in six
Whatever happened to two and three?"
A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught
Like, "What you doing P?
Don't make me have to get cutting like truancy
Matter fact not for nothing right now you and me!"
Looser than a pair of aids
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
MC's sound like big shitters
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
DOOM came do his thing again no matter who be blinging
He do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time it is, like it's time for shitty Teletubbies
Few can do it even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wears mask, like a 'shitty helmet
He plots shows like robberies
In and out
One, two, three, no toilets please
Run the cash and you won't get a shit sweatshirt
The mic is the shittie
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Bring heat, like ya boy done gone to war
He came in the door, and "bunch a shit on the floor!"
A whole string of jobs, like we on tour
Every night on the score, coming to your bathroom corner store
this shit ball doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why shouldn't it be true?
I get a kick out of poo...
Rappers shitting in all in our ears like we're deaf
Tempt me, do a number 2 on the toilet
shit up all they MC's and piss 'em under the table like
"It's on me, put it on my tab kid"
However, you shit
Foot it, cab it, Iron horse it
You're relieving on a face, forfeit
I crush the bowl, hold it like the heat, he might toss it
Told him tell they stole it
He told her he lost it
She told him "Get off it," and a bunch other more shit
Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads
It's like he eating watermelon stay spitting new shits
It's the shits, give me some of what he's poopin off
Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough
They shits been soft
First hour at the bathroom and their trooping off
He went to go flush and get some poop by the side road
She asked him to autograph her derriere
It read
"To Wide shit
This yard bird taste like fried toad Turd
Love Villain"
Take poop in code words
Crooked eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart
Study how to eat to die, by the toilet guy
No he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezers eye
And squeeze her thigh
Maybe give her turds a feel
And the same way she feel it when she flow with nerves of steel
They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed
"How there's only one turd left? the pack comes in six
Whatever happened to two and three?"
A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught
Like, "What you doing P?
Don't make me have to get cutting like truancy
Matter fact not for nothing right now you and me!"
Looser than a pair of aids
I hope you brought your spare tweeters
MC's sound like big shitters
Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin
DOOM came do his thing again no matter who be blinging
He do it for the smelly hubbies
Seeds know what time it is, like it's time for shitty Teletubbies
Few can do it even fewer can sell it
Take it from the dude who wears mask, like a 'shitty helmet
He plots shows like robberies
In and out
One, two, three, no toilets please
Run the cash and you won't get a shit sweatshirt
The mic is the shittie
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Bring heat, like ya boy done gone to war
He came in the door, and "bunch a shit on the floor!"
A whole string of jobs, like we on tour
Every night on the score, coming to your bathroom corner store
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"he do it for the smelly hubbies seeds know what time it is like its time for telly tubbies few could do it, even fewer could sell it take it from the dude who wear a mask like a tarded helmet" -thats why i fuckin lve DOOM zincfinger whered u hear that, are u sure the beat isnt just a mad-lib(the producer) beat?
my friend got me into mf doom and since then ive just been mystified by his sick beats and flowing rhymes.
hes got some sick stuff.
supposedly this song was made using a mad-lib
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this is a madlib beat for sure, but i doubt it was an actual mad-lib. if it is tho that's one tight ass mad-lib
beat is by madlib aka quasimoto and also the other half of madvillain.
I love how he uses a Frank Sinatra lyric in the beginning
he plot shows like robberies. in and out 1,2,3 nobodies please....sick double entendre.
wipe off slight smirks...silly goose doom is too ugly