MF DOOM - Beef Rapp lyrics

Now I haven't eaten all day how
Am I gonna do this man?
Yeah don't wait for her man
Don't wait for her
I'll tell you what man: come with
Me now and you know i'll get you some lunch
I'll hook you up with something
I got a little bank, y'know, no problem
I hear you, that's cool (Alright? It's cool)
Man, can't you guys just wait
Here about a half hour, man?
Yo I'll be back man, I'm just gonna
Munch up a little bit man, i'm pretty hungry
Yo let him come back

Here you will find food for your body
As well as comfort for your troubled mind
I'd really like some soup (Bread and butter)
Of course my friend what
Happened to your hand? Oh, food at last!

How did they get here?
Regular storage procedure
The same as the other food what other food?
Fish (Food) protein (Fast for ya)

Now what happened? Well, the cop got
The next morning I went to the
Store to get some food
(Bread and butter) They arrested me
I'll save you (Thank you)
Would you like a snack? Thanks for the drink

Operation Doomsday complete
All your intercoms casualty
And damage testing

Enough! You talk of the people's rights
The people have only those rights which
I choose to give them
And that's for their own good, believe me
I do, DOOM
They disappoint me, they must work faster
But the prisoner- ah yes
The young traitor who has tried to
Turn my people against me
Watch him i have special plans for that one

Beef rap, could lead to getting teeth capped
Or even a wreath for mom
Dukes on some grief crap
I suggest you change your diet
It can lead to high blood
Pressure if you fry it
Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
It ain't no starting back once
Arteries start to squeeze
Take the easy way out phony, until then
They know they wouldn't be talking
That bologna in the bullpen
So disgusting, pardon self as I discuss this
They talk a wealth of shit and
They ain't never seen injustice bust this
Like a cold milk from out the toilet
Two batteries, some Brillo and some foil
Heat'll boil it he be better off on PC glued
And it's a feud so don't be in no TV mood
Every week it's mystery meat, seaweed stewed
(Food, we need food)

He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh
A rather ugly brother with
Flows that's gorgeous
Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit
They need it like a hole in
They head or a third tit
Her bra smell, his card say, "Aw Hell!"
Barred from all bars and
Kicked out the Carvel
Keep a cooker where the jar fell
And keep a cheap hooker that's off
The hook like Ma Bell top bleeding
Maybe fella took the loaded rod gears
Stop feeding babies colored
Sugar-coated lard squares
The odd pair swears and God fears
Even when it's rotten
We've gotten through the hard years
I wrote this note around New Year's
Off a couple of shots and a few beers
But who cares?
Enough about me, it's about the beats
Not about the streets and who
Food he 'bout to eat
A rhyming cannibal who's dressed
To kill and cynical
Whether is it animal, vegetable or mineral
It's a miracle how he get so lyrical
And proceed to move the crowd
Like a old negro spiritual
For a mil', do a commercial for Mello Yello
Tell them devils, "Hell no
Sell y'all own Jello"
We hollow krills, she swallow pills
He follow flea collar three dollar bills
And squealed for halal veal, if y'all appeal
Dig the real, it's how the big ballers deal
Twirl a L after every meal ("Food!")

What up? To all rappers: shut
Up with your shutting up
And keep a shirt on, at least a button-up
Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin' males?
Out-of-work jerks since they
Shut down Chippendales
They chippin' nails, DOOM tippin' scales
Let alone the pre-orders that's
Counted off shippin' sales
This one goes out to all
My peoples skippin' bail
Dippin' jail, whippin' tail and sippin' ale
Light the doobie 'til it glow like a ruby
After which, they couldn't find the Villain
Like Scooby
He's in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit
Overproof drunk shit, but who'd'a thunk it?
Punk, try and ask why ours be better
Could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater
Yes, you, who's screwed by the
Dude on the CD, nude
("We need food!")