MF DOOM, Parallel Thought - Vomit lyrics
Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain
[MF DOOM, Parallel Thought - Vomit lyrics]
It's the beat
He hear it in his sleep sometimes
Blare it in your jeep so your
Peoples can stare at them rhymes
Real rhymes not your everyday hologram
Even when ribs was touchin'
Never swallowed the ham
He'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad
It might need salt like
Your man's bland ballad
A lot of stuff happens that
The news won't tell you's
Blues on L juice, snooze, all hell loose
Rake it, take it like the good, the bad
The ugly break it
Rollin' through ya hood in the caddy buggy
Butter softly, leather flossy, fatty juggy
Always threw me off when she told me, "Daddy
Funk me" i'm like, "Anywho's"
Seeds walkin' all out in street
With out any shoes
I guess it's better than some funky socks
You need to get her some skips
Before she catch the monkey pox
Instead she wanna hear the beatbox
Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock
Sing it, bring it, back to your laboratory
While he's in his oratory
Glorious like a horror story
The mask is like Jason
They told the place not to let
The basket type case in
He could be some kind of wacko
Waitin' for the chance to heat the
Pipes like a crack ho
He busted in, blessed be the Lord
Who believe any mess they read
Up on a message board
If so, I got bridges for the low low
Same bitch a-go dry snitchin' to the popo
Here, orange peel stogs for the whole tier
Feel like I've been gone over a year
Came home to old gear
It was the shit when I first scooped it
At least I get to sit out
In New York and curse stupid
Plead the fifth, sip wine stiffly
Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy
Gift for the grind, criminal mind shifty
Swift with the nine through
A fifty nine fifty well edumacated
He heard it when he meditated
In deep theta, let her hate the creep later
Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data
Say he stay self medicated to sleep later
Side effects is similar to sugar pill
Whoever go next on the mic he put a booger
Ill and made his exit on some calm shit
Begged him on the regular for
Kegs of more vomit'spit ("Doom!")
He hear it in his sleep sometimes
Blare it in your jeep so your
Peoples can stare at them rhymes
Real rhymes not your everyday hologram
Even when ribs was touchin'
Never swallowed the ham
He'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad
It might need salt like
Your man's bland ballad
A lot of stuff happens that
The news won't tell you's
Blues on L juice, snooze, all hell loose
Rake it, take it like the good, the bad
The ugly break it
Rollin' through ya hood in the caddy buggy
Butter softly, leather flossy, fatty juggy
Always threw me off when she told me, "Daddy
Funk me" i'm like, "Anywho's"
Seeds walkin' all out in street
With out any shoes
I guess it's better than some funky socks
You need to get her some skips
Before she catch the monkey pox
Instead she wanna hear the beatbox
Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock
Sing it, bring it, back to your laboratory
While he's in his oratory
Glorious like a horror story
The mask is like Jason
They told the place not to let
The basket type case in
He could be some kind of wacko
Waitin' for the chance to heat the
Pipes like a crack ho
He busted in, blessed be the Lord
Who believe any mess they read
Up on a message board
If so, I got bridges for the low low
Same bitch a-go dry snitchin' to the popo
Here, orange peel stogs for the whole tier
Feel like I've been gone over a year
Came home to old gear
It was the shit when I first scooped it
At least I get to sit out
In New York and curse stupid
Plead the fifth, sip wine stiffly
Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy
Gift for the grind, criminal mind shifty
Swift with the nine through
A fifty nine fifty well edumacated
He heard it when he meditated
In deep theta, let her hate the creep later
Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data
Say he stay self medicated to sleep later
Side effects is similar to sugar pill
Whoever go next on the mic he put a booger
Ill and made his exit on some calm shit
Begged him on the regular for
Kegs of more vomit'spit ("Doom!")