3rd Bass, MF DOOM - The Gas Face lyrics

Ayo, man, my labelmate, Don Newkirk
Man, step to 'em

Thanks, Serch!
And now for the Prime Minister
Sinister pete n-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hice!
Nice, Nice, Nice

Kick 'em in the grill, Pete!

Gas past tense, made facially
3rd Bass'll express, KMD
Three blind mics on sight
Zev Lover, gave it the first light
A grin shows a trick up a sleeve (HUAHAH)
What a tangled web they weave
Deceivers, stupefied through fable
Say Let's Make a Deal at the dinner table
Put you on tour, put your record on wax
("Trust me!") sign your life on the X
You exit, x-off, but what you really get:
A box of Newports, and Puma sweats ("Damn!")
Tex feeds and frowns upon Emis
To give up Gas Face he drinks from a Thermos
Sub Roc cut at you with a clipper
Gas Face given, I beg to differ

Pete that was real def, man
But I gotta get serious now
Ayo, Don, step to 'em again

Everybody mC Serch!

Black cat is bad luck, bad guys wear black
Musta been a white guy who started all that
(Make the Gas Face) For
Those little white lies
My expression to the mountainous blue eyes
Then form a face, and shake my skull cap
Dismiss the myth, that evil is not black
But opposite spectrum, this done by red man
With horns on his head
Laid down the ill plan
Got all his helpers, said, "Make it snappy!
Tell all the people that their
Hair can't be nappy!"
Blonde and blue-eyed, or dark-skinned heffer
G a disease, created by leprosy
Don't speak of bleach, bend them to right
Say it was night WAY before the light
Put aside spooks, Serch leaves a trace
I've set em correct with the
Effect of the Gas Face

Next up, Don?

A special appearance by KMD's Zev Love X!

A Gas Face can either be a smile or a smirk
When appears
A monkey wrench to work one's clockwork
Perkin his brim to the rim of my cup
Don't tempt me, you're empty, so fill'er up!
Is I'm talkin coffee or cocoa, is you loco?
Cash or credit for unleaded at Sunoco
KMD and 3rd Bass is just ace in the hole
I mean soul, so make the Gas Face (HUAHAHA)
Damn, if looks could kill
You look like your host was
A ghost from your grill
But still, what's the new fad, to recollect
To our passing phase to facades to '80-deca
For my label reads Hood
Street might have a tattoo
Don't pick any card or no rabbit from my hat
Never a magician if I ever tricked em
"Oh shit!" Another Gas Face victim

There it is, yo fellas man
Why don't you step to the mic man?

That's how I kicks it, for 80-deca

Ayo, good lookin' out Don, man, peace
Punji, yo, who gets the Gas Face?

My friend Tina gets the big Gas Face

GYP

Dante Ross gets the Gas Face

HAHAhahahahahaha, that's all