Jake One, MF DOOM - Get 'Er Done lyrics

Make no mistake son, it's Jake One
He makes beats well like I
Likes my steaks done
With sauteed onions and hella worcestershire
A gush of beer, to wash it down
Douche your ear
And clean the crud out your third eye
For the return of the word guy
Who known to make turds fly
At the first fanbase of all hater
Hold that for now
It's more waste for y'all later
The bigger the gall
They fall greater than gay skirt
The nigga they call for tall paper
Hit pay dirt say work, he do you one better
Show and prove it
True MC's flow, so lose it or move it
With the two bit spit
They sunk him for two cent
Whoever writ they shit, tell 'em quit it
They too bent
Cut the losses, it ain't balanced
What the cost is, in horses
Ahk, Siddiq will let 'em know
Who's the boss is

And it ain't no dental
Only the innate way the groove
Seem to paint your mental
Usin' the insane flow stencil
He said in plain English
Ain't payin' yo' rent bill
But still, the gent was ill
With the intent to kill, the scent was krill
To the full extent of skill, vent the grill
Vil a make 'em feel like
The deal spent a mill'
Meant it for real folks, bet'cha dyin' dollar
Dented the steel choke when he
Met the iron collar
Wrote this oath while pinching a loaf
Metal Face, Rhymesayers mention 'em both
Raise your right palm, we do solemnly swear
To stack more dough more calmly this year
DOOM get the cash like cow, cheddar son
Have it in a smash like bow, get 'er done