CZARFACE, MF DOOM - Badness of Madness lyrics

Aye, yo i don't remember, what the fuck
But, yo

I said, I'm nicer than the good Samaritan
I make it rain
No racks but like a tribal African
Got a call from my tall Spanish friend (ooh)
Rugburn city, and now my knees need bandagin'
Nah, the smoke's not loud, it's obnoxious
I spit cyber-hot shit to
Fry your fiber-optics
Watch this magic trick
Quickly cut this bitch in half
Then walk off colder than a winter draft
Ask Mulder and Scully, Deck's style, X-File
Extra-terrestrial, wow
Alien flow, cooler, Super-Saiyan blow
Rebel of mighty Wu Clan
Handin' out ass-whippins on a group plan
So call me Mr cZARFACE
More action than the fight scene
The shootout and the car chase
Spoken word on 'em, right?

Villain gone haywire
Hey liar, don't cry wolf, say fire
Pray higher, old guy'll stay by ya
The outcome cost more than
What you paid prior
Turbulence from circumstance
Quite perceptive
Do his dance moment he turned and glanced
It's worth a thousand words
Cowards die a thousand deaths
Sounds fresh, so pay up with a pound of flesh
Now the test like cops barged
In and found the mess outcome critical
Lay down in the ground and rest
Wake up in a million years
Still here with his Villain peers
Hittin' gears for another pill and beers
Me and Jorjito crack a joke
And still in tears
(Ha ha ha ha ha) Guess God is a comedian
While the poor get devoured in
The jaws of greedy men
Whose daughter's out dancin' to
Techno and BDM sell soul? Heck no, sucker
'til we meet again
Saga of the Villain, brand new chapters
Do amass new billions
Barf krill on masses and rose-gold pavilions
Rare form of integrity
Oughtta draw gazillions
All in they feelin's, hatin' gets you nowhere
Go home, practice one-two checks and oh yeah
Word

Okay alright yo
You brought a knife to a gunfight
Yeah well I would do that
And stab the shooter, broad sunlight
Tadada, I'm back in rehab, no secrecy
I'm seekin' treatment for
Beatin' MCs repeatedly you petty locals
Made for soft shit like Kenny Chesney vocals
Mine are more like Reggie Noble's
Yeah, I'm up in this bitch with Fonzarelli
Leave MCs ate, Eazy, no Compton deli
Old warrior like Chris Mullin
I'ma do a heel turn and
Kick your fuckin' skull in
And walk away spittin' poetry
Like Countee Cullen
I'm the one true king of this one-two thing
The way I kick bars and darts
You'd think I mixed Marshall's art
With mixed martial arts