Papermill

Lyrics

[Intro: Blonker & MF DOOM] All day [Verse: MF DOOM] Be celibate, out of his element Madvillain never forget like a elephant Any bent 'cept, idle threats all irrelevant Get your man wallet, tell him, "Found it", sell him it Well writ, as well as well spit for the hell of it Before the shell hit Etiquette, spell it Pumpin' dumplins a hundred and sumthin'-sumthin' Forest Gump chumps get clumps of nuttin' for nuttin' Tourist, show 'em where the shore is Where the shark's at, hold up, spark that, park rat Stirred not shaken Absurd verbs since word to hot bacon Wrote this rhyme on standard sand paper Worked out the plan and plot for grand caper Vil on the cover of Playbill Grillin' make ya mother say, "Ill, hey, will ya!?" Ten feet at least, the beast may still ya Yeah, I feel ya Hey, hey what's better than the healer yet worser than tequila? A money-gettin' nigga that's thirstier than a squealer I guess you had to be there, there was free beer Last of the Ansars On the microphone, cyclone, like Myanmar Hand in the jar, got stuck, took it Use the glasses, juxed a pot luck, crooked Flashed and not lookin' Four words: cash on the spot—bookin' Howdy? Never too loud for me Too rowdy and too black and too proud to be And he's Audi, last seen with a Queen Lakum Dinukum Waliyadin Nah mean?