Non Phixion, MF DOOM - Strange Universe lyrics

I wield the hand of God
You get smacked with a talking burning bush
Red fiction handbooks, you get ambushed
You ain't no damn crook
Not just you but your man shook
I see it in your fucking face
Your eyes got bitch twinkles
Left with your ears rattled
Lost the war before the first battle
I was standing in outer space
Hidden by the earth's shadow
Return to bring the darkest plague
To a nervous pharaoh
Cursed him out in Hebrew
Shot him with a burning arrow
Kinda fucked up they can't identify the
Type of guy who moves cash
DOOM passed you with two gats
In a Scooby-Doo mask
Fucking with us and tear a
Hole out your space suit
The last supper, the Earthscape
You shoulda ate food yo Metal Fingers
I think this cat's about to puke

Yo dude, don't even put yourself through it
How they do it like if it wasn't shit to it
Oh shoot the lady knew it was the butler
He cold snuck her
Stuck a banana in her muffler
But they didn't know who he was
She said the flow is so fluid that
Only one nigga could do it cause
He's like the supervisor in her workplace
No more breaks violate y'all
Workspace with smirk face your bad
He didn't mean to throw
Y'all concentration off
Stay the same with nuff game
Chase a mason off
Aight savage brought a knife to a gunfight
To him who made the length of a sunlight
Run flight

Egyptian phase for alien occult
Science and nature
We mummify your camp using food
Stamps to swindle devil's dangers
Rhyme like Quakers we take no
Part in that we righteous
Utilizing iron maidens for spite cos
Heads be biting this
Blow up your truck your fucked
And sew your mouth up
We taking this to astral levels
Blowing your house up
Hitting your spouse up communist
Workshop for earthspots
This style of festival is bread
Or matzah synagogue's incredible
I'll smack you with the bass
I live a space life
Wisdom and steak knifes while you fought
Gore was on tour visiting grave sites
Canaanites to pagan whites angels and dykes
Kill a
(arrrrhg) strange universe now inflame mics
Run up in your fucking
Lab looking for goodies
A hundred tooties decked out in fatass
Robes and St Vitus hoodies
Three man team screaming for vengeance
I shed repentance until my last sentence
Time to end this!