CZARFACE, MF DOOM - Captain Crunch lyrics

Their instructor is speaking

Eatin' Captain Crunch for lunch
Don't get your panties in a bunch
Shorty passed out
He coulda put the whammy in the punch
Had he a hunch
He could get set up like one Cosby
Slidin' off of three snowflakes
Like Tom Bosley
Remember Charlie's Angels? They had
To make some changes
Three broads with burners
These dames could get dangerous
Dude you never see will
Forever remain nameless
Two of them things is black
The last one's stainless
Don't deal with the Devil on a deep level
They see metal and sound off
Like a tea kettle blow the spot up lovely
With no reference to skin color
God don't like ugly
Wise man once said not to showboat
And treat the yacht the same way as a rowboat
("here!") the snakes'll hang theyself with
They own rope
And watch a jewel transform to a known quote

Look out
Run through your town on attack mode
Look out
Run through your town on attack mode
Look out
Run through your town on attack mode
Throw a mask on and go in

What's Mary Poppin'
Y'all? Shout to Michael Rooker
You with a mic is like a eunuch with a hooker
Pressure (pressure pressure) cooker
My Konfusion's Organized
I'm the lord of light
Yondu with an arrow's like Eso
With the cordless mic
Flow holy, no gospel trap, writin' like
Michael Crichton put the
Rap in Velocirap-tor, or
I hit you like a trap, door
When it rains it pours
No mental strains but I
Stick out like Kurt Angle's temple veins
You got an empty brain, enter in my lane
It takes balls like a gender change
People talkin' out they ass
Check for the double-cross like 2
Chainz at Sunday mass
Hit you with the belly to belly, the suplex
Off the roof of the duplex
Willin' to group text
With Steely Dan, Groot, fuckin' baby Groot
The ghost of Dave Brubeck
Alex Trebek and Boba Fett, who's next?

Look out
Run through your town on attack mode
Look out
Run through your town on attack mode
Look out
Run through your town on attack mode
Throw a mask on and go in
(Ahh, welcome welcome)

They can't handle the pressure
Tryn'a handle Inspectah 'Cause I eat 'em up
Faster than Hannibal Lecter
Couldn't plan it no better, try me
You know better i will fuck money up
Spike Lee in "Mo' Better"
Choose your battles more wisely
I wouldn't suggest you provoke
I stunt your growth like cigarette smoke
(It keeps going) I'm talkin' effortless flow
I tell the truth, the whole truth
So let the record show
I went from corner to corner
Took it block to block
Came from under the rock, rock bottom to top
It's like New York City cab style
Picture me stopped they gon' catch it like a
Fish when it officially drop
Just pre-order the slaughter
When you give it a listen
There'll be so many bars
We'll give you visions of prisons
So many haters among us
Though I never surrender
I'm like Jeremy Renner, silent weapon
Avenger

Look out
Run through your town on attack mode
Look out
Run through your town on attack mode
Look out
Run through your town on attack mode
Throw a mask on and go in

They call him CZARFACE, and man's worst enemy
(Oh, what's happening?)
CZARFACE head on with one of the meanest mugs
In the galaxy: the Chrome Bearer
(Man oh man, we are in trouble)
Make sure your hoodie is on
And your boots laced
This adventure will keep you at
The edge of your seat
CZARFACE, the baddest one man
Army to hit town always where the action is
CZARFACE, rated R under 17 not permitted
Without parental supervision