MF DOOM - Gas Drawls - 12" Version lyrics

(Uh, uh huh) yo, this that butter shit
Niggas know I never stutter with
It's called the flip-style

I re-up on bad dreams
Bag up screams in fifty blocks
Be up on mad schemes that
Heat shop like jiffy pop in a instant
Get smoked like Winston Cigarettes
Bitches get ripped off like Nicorette (Patch)
In real life, the real trife scene
Might snatch one's life like assault machine
Rifle, dead-up setup like bull-fight
Be bluntеd like we like could not
Whitе or in full flights
X the unemotional, call me anti-social
On the run, off the gun
Death tally commercial
Death valley is like rehearsal to the streets
To my peeps, GM, MF on the beat
Rhymes is chosen like the weapons of war
Keep from steppin' on my floor
Or delivery front door
I bring it to y'all motherfuckers
Master yours
My disaster cause hell in gas drawls
The supervillain, cooler than a million
I be chillin'
Still quick to slice squares like Sicilians
Don't make me have to hurt them feelings
I'll ruin you in the dirt that
I be doin' in my dealings
Sendin' spirit's through the ceilin'
Chrome peelin'
Dome blown within the comforts
Of your own home
Grown big, wheelin' and high rollin'
I hold the lye
It keeps the sty on my eye swollen

Bitch, nigga, switch the style
Who massive versatile?
Who bigged 'em up Monster Isle? (Who dat?)

I saw hell with them gas drawls mhm

To my brother Subroc and Black Ju
I crack brew for two more free men, two up
I hit the brew up like nobody
Knows how X the unseen feels
When givin' crews a brush with
Death like between meals
Two times a day with brothers
That's tight like a noose
With more rhymes in use than Dr seuss
Or motherfuckin' Mother Goose
It's X the suspicious flirter
Who every hooker heard'a
Next to malicious murder
A track type vicious
Fulfillin' the pipe wishes
The misses may be legal, minus the baby eagle
Any given summer's eve, don't breathe
Sixteen shots
I do believe plus one up the sleeve
Master of the O who predict yo last pause
I told y'all, Hell and gas drawls
Breakin' glass and plastic jaw
Like federal drastic law
Fed up from fightin' secret wars
With them Fantastic Fours (Invisible Bitch)
Versus Doom wit' the metal face
Before it goes to state
The ho' better settle case
The flow is at pedal pace
Steady like tricycles
Beware all suckas, y'all froze like icicles
I'm baggin' bitches like nickels
I lick 'em where they tickle
Before I hit the clit though
I'mma spit till I pronounce
More hit's than a ounce, no doubt
About to bounce, X the unannounced, I'm out
And I'd like to give a shoutout
To my man Jet Jaguar and also, you know
D-Smooth, (Master of the O) , MF
(I call this one) Gas Drawls gM