Danger Doom - El Chupa Nibre Remix lyrics

rate me

[MF Doom]

Two two

One two, two two ("Uh-uh, uh-uh")

One one ("Y'all ain't gon' cut my front but")

("'Less I get one of them, sport")

("Sport radio thangs with the earbuds")

The super flow more stupider than Richard Pryor

Combine with Bazooka Joe jokes, to spit fire

Eat MC's like El Chupa Nibre

Except for when I defeat and knock they beat off eBay

Danger in the street, shootin at a DJ

Doom countin chickens like the Colonel on D-Day

"We 'bout to fry, so burn 'em all" he say

Villain gettin paid off the same joint three ways

... You rang? "Can you spare some sugar?"

By his right ear was a smear and a booger

Pour my coffee, he replied "Of coursely"

Spilt two on the mask whispered "Eww get it off me"

His money chunk he couldn't spare a thin dime

Once was in a rhyme crew - monkies into crime

What happened? He coulda went platinum

Then he discovered the secret plan they had to gat him

... It wasn't hard to find the file to pull

They had they differences, all irreconcilable

And that's a pile of bull - they're bad

That's why they don't tell no tales, don't wear plaid

His upper lip and dome stayed stiff

I made him try to riff over a homemade gift

A statue with overfoam chrome sprayed Kif

With a handwritten signature from dude who played Biff

The Simpsons, but "Back to the Future Part II"

And leave it up to you, to choose who

When he cruise through, he know how you foolsies do

Get a cat to dreamin and you cream him like a Suzie Q

He said "{Fuck you, bitch} you don't know me

Watch I bring the truck through, switch like you owe me"

If you in luck, I get richer off you, blow me

Dumile got her like Inuyasha got Kagome

Well, now what do we got here

Miscommunication, can lead to hot beer

Although he's not here, his agenda was clear

Clearly a big spender, who wears a lot of gear

Doom the Great, no low self-esteem

Got to go get the wealth growin green gleam

He make it seem mean as a pre-teen choir head

Sire said, the first time he seen Firehead

The squire, what about Barbera?

Closer than it seems like in the car mirror

Dancers turn gangsta, what be surely wilder

His student was a cell buddy, name of Early Cuyler

[Squidbillies]

WHERE'S MY DAMN CHICKEN?!

[Sheriff]

Damn! Well y'know that boy can PERM!

How much do I owe ya?

[phone hangs up]