Vomit

Lyrics

[Intro: samples] "Ehahahahaha" "Ahahahaha" "DOOM!" [Verse: MF DOOM] It's the beat, I hear it in his sleep sometimes Blare it in ya jeep, so ya peeps could stare at the rhymes Real rhymes, not your everyday hologram Even when ribs is touching, never swallowed the ham He'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad It might need salt, like ya 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 softy leather, flossin' fatty juggy Always threw me off when she told me, "Daddy, funk me!" ...I'm like, "Anywho's –" Seeds walkin' all out in the street with out any shoes I guess it's better than some funky socks You need to get her some 'scripts before she catch the Monkeypox She wanna hear the beatbox Take pills and make fake krills that's sheetrock Sing it, bring it back to your laboratory While he's in his oratory glory, it's like a horror story The mask is like Jason He told the place not to let the basket type case in He might be some type of wacko Looking for a chance to heat the pipes like a crack ho He said, "Blessed be the Lord Who believe any mess they read up on a message board" If so, I got a bridge for the low low Them type fools go snitch to the po-po Here, orange peel L's for the whole tier Feel like he been gone the whole year, came home to old gear It was the shit when he first scooped it At least you get to sit out in New York and curse stupid He plead the Fifth, and sip wine stiffly Patiently come up, and be spiffy in a jiffy A gift with the grind, criminal mind shifty cat Swift with the 9 through a 5950 hat You hear it when you meditate in deep theta Let her hate the creep plater Dedicated cheap skater who keep data Stay self-medicated to sleep later Side effects is similar to sugar pill Nobody go next on the mic, he put a booger– ill! He made his exit on some calm shit Begged on the regs for the kegs of the vomit "DOOM!"