Just for Kicks (”Meat Grinder” demo)

Lyrics

[Intro] Sleeping in a jar Sleeping in a jar The jar is under the bed Sleeping in a jar The jar is under the bed [Verse: MF DOOM] Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft sweet minor China was a neat signer, trouble with the script digits Double dipped, bubble lipped, subtle lisp midget Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go Ever since ten eleven, glad she made a brethren Last down, seven alligator seven At the gates of Heaven, knocking, no answer, slow dancer Hopeless romancer with the dopest flow stanzas Yes, no? Villain, Metal face to Destro Guess so, still incredible how sess grow Just say, "Ho," I'll test the yayo Wild West style fest, y'all best to lay low Hey bro, Day-Glo, set the bet, pay dough Before the cheddar get away, better get Maaco The worst hated God who perpetrated odd favors Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers Quad flavors Still back in the game like Jack LaLanne Think you know the name, don't rack your brain On a fast track to half-sane Either in a slow beat or that the speed of "Wrath of Kane" Laughter, pain Hackthoo'ing songs lit in the booth with the best host Doing bong hits on the roof within the west coast He's at it again, mad at the pen Glad that we win, a tad fat in a bad hat for men Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers You can find the villain in the satin, congas The van screeches The bald man preaches 'bout the gold-sand beaches The cold hand reaches for the old tan Ellesses [Outro] That Mary was goin' around with an old flame That burned me up because I know he was just feeding her a line But the guy really spent his money like water I think he was connected, so I left Outside, it was raining cats and dogs I was feelin' mighty blue and everything looked black But I carried on