MF DOOM, Ghostface Killah - Angelz lyrics

Yeah, that's right
It's not a Hardy Boy mystery neither
This is real shit
This shit come on right after
Hart to Hart y'all
No doubt, seven o'clock Fantasy Island
This episode is "Death to a Brooklyn Man"
And this is Tony's Angels, aiyyo

It was three white bitches who
Worked for Tony Starks
Undercover agents, far beyond narcs
Amazed by their beauty marks
Wonder Woman bracelets
Knee-high boots that was made by Clarks
My dick got hard at how they spoke and shit
Every language was music to the kid as if
I was modern day King Midas
Doreen, Skye and Kelly, Starky's Angels
Shaolin's finest
Though it happened in the streets of Brooklyn
Plus I played the whip real low
Cause my face was woofin'
My Angels jetted out of
Albee Square, gun out, wrap in their hair
Kinda crowded so they clapped in the air
Chased a nigga down block for block
Squeezing Glocks these mommies real angels
Took one off his top
He's a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar
The more they ran
The more their skirts got dirtier
Sending shots like check day
FedEx expressway
Boom bow bing, you heard the gunplay
"Who shot that duck out the window"
Mr lee said
"Three pay now, you fucking weed head"
We can stop the finest suspect, he's dead
Then I pulled up, "Come on girls to Club Med"

Stay tuned for the conclusion
Three's Company: "Family Jewels"

Two brown sisters assisted the Villain, DOOM
He woke up stoked like they
Was still in the room
Freed his right arm and leg
It was more like a sweep
Release his other leg, arm
Head and rose to his feet
Staggering except for the socks and mask
Naked
Threw on the boxers, searching for the Treo
Checkin'
For the keys, the dough, a robbery expected
Yet nothing obvious was missing, recollected
Now why Hollywood hotties stepped
In Giuseppe Zanotti's
Personnel nurses, Chanel purses, CLK shottie
Chasing Patrice with Thai iced teas
She drive while nice to
Veggie fried rice spicy
Told them both, "I don't feel so well
My belly
Spin me down Melrose, drive me to the telly
Y'all go head and get the dutches, be back
Copy" feeling woozy, no uzi
Who's he see in the lobby (Peace) Peace
Pizza man
(Change a hundred) stopped and looked
Whoops, left the knot in her pocket book
Wasn't the juks but too careless fearless
Got to the room and fell
Flat out on the terrace
The question remains who bound and gagged him
That's when they found the empty
Pack of black Magnum
Villains skied a gram on the street, fifty G
The part of Mr roper was played by Mr t
I'm Mr t, fuck Charlie
Like I was sayin' (True story) I'm Mr t
Kelly, you gon' give me some pussy?
You know what you gon' do
(Janet was dark-skinned) you too Dorine
Your little fat ass can't get
Away neither and shit
Kristy was brown-skinned
Uh, huh, that's right
Yeah I'ma call them Theodore niggas
SWAT team on alert and shit
Uh, huh, yeah, that's right
Skye you can't hide baby
You got the best head nigga, word up
The mask was chromed out
This real Angel shit, y'all my bitches
Toney Bosley in this bitch, nigga
Word up, gimme back my boots theodore!