MF DOOM, Bobbito - Rhymes Like Dimes lyrics

Ayo, yo, y'all can't stand right here
In his right hand was
Your man's worst nightmare
Loud enough to burst his right eardrum
Close range the game is not only dangerous
But it's most strange

I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but
Brag about the broker times

Joking rhymes
Like the "Is you just happy to see me?" trick
Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick
A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show
So I give 'em something to
Remember like the Alamo
Tally-ho! A high Joker like a Spades game
Came back from five years laying
And stayed the same
Saying, electromagnetic field it


Blocks all logic, spock
And G-Shocks her biological clock
When I hit it, slid into the shitter
Thought I killed her goose
Her Power U's was pure
Brita water filter juice
Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him
Gentleman who lent a pen to a
Friend who write with him
Never seen the shit again but
He's still my dunny
The only thing that come between
Us is krill and money

I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but
Brag about the broker times

Better rhymes make for better songs
It matters not if you got a lot of what
It takes just to get along
Surrender now or suffer serious setbacks
Got get back, connects wet back, get stacks
Even if you gots to get jet-black
Head to toe to get the dough
Battle for bottles of Mo' or 'dro
This fly flow take practice like
Tae Bo with Billy Blanks
"Oh, you're too kind!" "Really? Thanks!"
To the gone and lost forever
Like "Oh My Darling Clementine"
He hold his heart when he telling rhyme
When it's his time
I hope his soul go to Heaven
He nasty like the old time Old No 7
You still taste it when you
Chase it with the Coca-Cola
Make 'em wish they could erase
It out the Motorola
I told her, "No credit for a bag
If you want what they got, then go get it
It's all gack"
Only in America could you find a
Way to earn a healthy buck
And still keep your attitude on self-destruct

I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but
Tell about the broke times

Joking rhymes
Like the "Is you just happy to see me?" trick
Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick
A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show
So I give 'em something to
Remember like the Alamo
Tally-ho! A high Joker like a Spades game
Came back from five years laying
And stayed the same
Saying, "Electromagnetic feeling blocks
All logical, spock"
And G-Shocks her biological clock
When I hit it, slit her to the shitter
Thought I killed her goose
Her Power U was pure Brita water filter juice
Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him
Gentleman who lent a pen to a
Friend who write with him
Never seen the shit again but
He's still my dunny
The only thing that come between
Us is krill and money

We sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but
Tell about the broke times

"In your arms tonight she'll reflect
That she owes you the sweetest of debts
If she wants to pay"
Check it out, y'all! Ya don't stop! Keep on
To the sure shot!
Huh ha! What the deal, god? Uh, uh, uh, uh
Oh! yeah, you're listening to
The buttery slickness
The Land-O-Lakes from my man MF DOOM!
Ha ha ha ha! yeah!
Rock-shocking the house, with another nugget
Uh uh ah, eh, oh, ah, hoo-wee! yeah! yeah!
Regulation status, right here
Fondle 'Em Recordings, 1999 yeah!
Now what are you 'posed to say
On the end of records?
I don't know! yeah! Woo! yeah!
Mashed potatoes! Apple sauce!
Buttery biscuit's! And I get lost
A yes, yes, yes, yes y'all you don't stop
Keep on, a' to the break-a dawn say what?
Uh! yeah! You thought it all was over!
You thought the song was over!
Ah! We tricked you! We tricked you!
Ha ha ha ha woo!
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MF DOOM, Kool Bob Love