Rhymes Like Dimes (MF DOOM)

Yo, yo, yo, y'all can't stand right here In his right hand was your man's worst nightmare Loud enough to burst his right eardrum close-range The game is not only dangerous, but it's most strange I sell rhymes like dimes The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times Joker rhymes, like the "Is you just happy to see me?" trick Classical slap-stick rappers need Chapstick A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show So I give 'em something to remember, like the Alamo Tally-ho! A high Joker like Spades game Came back from five year layin' and stayed the same Sayin' - electromagnetic feeling blocks all logic, Spock And G- shocks her biological clock When I hit it, slit her to the shitter, thought I killed her goose Her Power-Use was pure Brita water, filtered juice Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe wit' 'im Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write wit' 'im Never seen the shit again, but he's still my dunny Only thing that come between us is krill and money I sell rhymes like dimes The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times Better rhymes make for better songs, and that is not If you got a lot of what it takes just to get along Surrender now or suffer serious setbacks Got get-back, connects wet-back, get stacks Even if you gots to get jet-black, head to toe To get the dough, battle for bottles of Mo' or 'dro This rhyme flow take practice like Tae Bo with Billy Blanks "Oh, you're too kind!" "Really? Thanks." To the gone and lost forever like "O My Darling Clementine" He hold his heart when he tellin' rhymes When it's his time, I hope his soul go to Heaven He's nasty like the old time Old Number Seven You still taste it when you chase it with the Coca-Cola Make you wish they coulda erased out the Motorola I told her - no credit for it back If you want what they got, then go get it, it's all gak Only in America could you find a way to make a healthy buck And still keep your attitude on self-destruct A lot of them sound like they in a talent show So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo Tally-ho! High Joker like Spades game Came back from five years layin' - stayed the same Sayin' - electromagnetic field will block all logic, Spock And G-shock her biological clock When I hit her, slit her to the shitter, thought I killed her goose Her Power-Use was pure Brita water, filtered juice Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe wit' 'im Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write wit' 'im Never seen the shit again, but he still my dunny Only thing that come between us, is krill and money We sell rhymes like dimes The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times Check it out, ch'all! Ya don't stop! Keep on, to the sure shot! Huh-ha! Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh! Yeah, you're listening to the buttery slickness The Land-O-Lakes from my man MF Doom! Ha ha ha ha! Yeah! Rock-shockin' the house, with another nugget Uh-uh-ah, eh, oh, ah, hoo-wee! Yeah! Regulation status, right here, Fondle 'Em Recordings 1999 Yeah! Now what are you 'posed to say on the end of records? I don't know! Yeah! Whoo! Yeah! Mashed potatoes Applesauce Buttery... biscuits And I get lost A yes, yes, yes y'all You don't stop Keep on... a' to the breakadawn Say what? Uh! Yeah! You thought it all was over! You thought the song was over! Ah! We tricked you, we tricked you Ha ha ha ha... Whoo! You're listening to www.hairline.com MF Doom, Cool Bob Love...