Horehound + Sesame Seeds = Tonight’s Show

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MF DOOM & MF Grimm ft. Bashton the Invizabul Mang and Lord Smog - "Horehound + Sesame Seeds = Tonight's Show" [Emcee(s): MF Grimm, Bashton the Invizabul Mang, and Lord Smog (AKA Lord Scotch 79 / KEO X-Men)] [Producer(s): MF DOOM (Original Instrumental from Metal Fingers - "Horehound")] [Sample 1 (Melody): Season 1 Episode 2 of Spider-Man (1981) - "Dr. Doom, Master of the World" (16:56)] [Sample 2 (Drums): Stetsasonic - "Go Stetsa I" (0:00)] [Hook: MF Grimm] Ready to perform, and your flow is tight There'll be no show tonight Guns are busting, now bullets take flight There'll be no show tonight Fans pissed, saying you ain't right There'll be no show tonight In the club, a riot we incite There'll be no show tonight [Verse 1: MF Grimm] We're gonna Wet your whole show up, throw a grenade on Stage, watch it blow up, body parts scatter Females throw up, whole shit Tore up. Paid mercenaries Fuck the whole club up, gonna have niggas Running out, leaving women behind Losing they mind, audience terrified, a few people Died. Motherfucker, can't hide Fuck who you are. So what you a star? It's about memories and scars. Wolves Are raised to be strapped all the time But it pays to be. Nigga, fuck peace. I'm Blazing, see? The walking dead ain't Fazing me. Dry your ass out like A raisin, see? Air your ass out like Handwashed jeans. MF pure dope, un- -cut, kill fiends, can't cope, stressed out, murder Whole team, evaporate green, inhale Steam [Hook: MF Grimm] Ready to perform, and your flow is tight There'll be no show tonight Guns are busting, now bullets take flight There'll be no show tonight Fans pissed, saying you ain't right There'll be no show tonight In the club, a riot we incite There'll be no show tonight [Verse 2: Bashton the Invizabul Mang] Hey you, get the fuck off You wanna stay, so lost and head tossed while I rock Crowds and get money like motherfucking stars Sang like Lou Rawls and spit on y'all Plus, we could get raw and get down With a Decepticon type of brawl. I'm vio- -lating turds who are native tongue, busting shots Then you fall. You can pay Peter, Mary And Paul. My heat will still turn Your brain cabbage to fucking coleslaw Nat King Cole is here to ball Here to Grinch your shit and all your Santy Claus I'll bust your mouth 'til you need Anbesol Yes, yes, y'all, you can't rock the presen- -tation. You an imitation Of another illustration, illustrating You wack toys perpetrating. I took the Case when Percy Mason told me Y'all was, for certain, motherfucking faking You dead and stinking from your intake Of bacon, so when I get on stage, yo, what's Shaking? What's shaking? [Hook: MF Grimm] Ready to perform, and your flow is tight There'll be no show tonight Guns are busting, now bullets take flight There'll be no show tonight Fans pissed, saying you ain't right There'll be no show tonight In the club, a riot we incite There'll be no show tonight [Verse 3: Lord Smog (AKA Lord Scotch 79 / KEO X-Men)] I find these various emcees hilarious The only time they rhyme behind police barriers I guess that's industry rhyming Probably find Scotch out in the street, rhyming Indiscreet timing, M.I.C. lifer No parole and won't be deciphered Beat-biter, party contaminant Wilding in your venue without no laminate Is that your drink? I think I spit a clam in it Backstage platter better not have no ham in it Motherfucker (Point Blank!)