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Текст (слова) песни: MF Doom - Beef Rapp

 
[MF Doom] 
Beef rap 
Could lead to gettin teeth capped 
Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap 
I suggest ya change ya diet 
It can lead ta high blood pressure if ya fry it 
Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease 
It ain`t no startin back once arteries start ta squeeze 
Take the easy way out phony, until then 
They know they wouldn`t be talkin that bologna in the bullpen 
So disgustin, pardon self as I discuss this 
They talk a wealth of shit and they ain`t never seen the justice 
Bust this, like a cold milk from out the toilet 
Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he`a boil it 
He be better off on PC glued 
And it`s a feud so don`t be in no TV mood 
Every week it`s mystery meat, seaweed stewed [food, we need food!] 
 
He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh 
A rather ugly brother with flows that`s gorgeous 
Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit 
They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit 
Her bra smell, his card say: aw hell 
Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel` 
Keep a cooker where the jar fell 
And keep a cheap hooker that`s off the hook like Ma Bell 
Top bleeding, maybe fella took the loaded rod gears 
Stop feeding babies colored sugar-coated lard squares 
The odd pairs swears and God fears 
Even when it`s rotten, we`ve gotten through the hard years 
I wrote this note around New Year`s 
Off a couple a shots and a few beers, but who cares? 
Enough about me, it`s about the beats 
Not about the streets and who food he about ta eat 
A rhymin cannibal who`s dressed to kill, it`s cynical 
Whether is it animal, vegetable, or mineral 
It`s a miracle how he get so lyrical 
And proceed to move the crowd like a old Negro spiritual 
For a mil` do a commercial for Mello Yello 
Tell `em devil`s hell no, sell y`all own Jello 
We hollow krills, she swallow pills 
He follow flea collar three dollar bills 
And squeal for halal veal, in y`all appeal 
Dig the real, it`s how the big ballers deal 
Twirl a L after every meal [FOOD] 
 
What up 
To all rappers shut up with ya shuttin up 
And keep your shirt on, at least a button up 
Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin males? 
Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales 
They chippin nails, Doom... jippin scales 
Let alone the pre-orders that`s counted off shippin sales 
This one goes out to all my peoples skippin bail 
Dippin jail, whippin tail, and sippin ale 
Light the doobie til it glow like a ruby 
After which they couldn`t find the Villain like Scooby 
He`s in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit 
Overproof drunk shit, and who`da thunk it? 
Punk try an ask why ours be better 
It could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater 
Yes, you, who`s screwed by the dude on the CD, nude! [we need food!]
 


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