J Dilla - Mash's Revenge lyrics

[Intro: MF DOOM] He wants to get his girlfriend? Go get your girlfriend Ay! And now...you is 'bout to dance, like you ain't never danced before [Verse 1: MF DOOM] This one'll have you get the trash hash out the stash, as they say, "Ash to Ash" Jewels free rash fools ask the mask Need me? I'll be peeing in the pool, ka-splash You may feel a slight drizzle Villain'll give a squealer a candlelight vigil Couldn't find a healer with a whistle and a line of sight And he hold the mic like a fistful of dynamite They wonder how he built his C-note tower All before zero hour it's tree grow power Then he go shower to scour off the funk And watch his soul call comp cower soft punk The god is the oddest fella you'll find Paid to speak his mind like father jealous and vine He came to rock the banquet, rank it Along with two of the baddest broads to act stank wit, blank spit Dilla raise the beat like a anchor banker Overstand (?) plays the heat 'll shank a wa*ker Drank a tank of angst, thank ya Guess what? Chicken head bu*ts Hit a rhyme on time, I kicked him dead in the nuts Oh, the victim had guts Prepare to stick 'em, I'll slick 'em in the cut Go. Sell a spear chucker voodoo Got it her off wholesale male smug lou spew So. Sell a bear a truck of doodoo Foes go to hell in a seers**er muumuu [Verse 2: Guilty Simpson] Doom! Guilty! Dilla, Dilla! Grind for the paper, hot like Sanka Top notch ranker, clock my banker Dead Presidents, sick dudes - I'm the medicine Storming in your residence when I'm in my element No contest, I get hot and go unconscious - ya boy is automatic Now go play in traffic, the flow is graphic With no theatrics, still rock sold out shows for practice Call it a walk-through. Def. The wrong one to talk to Beef ain't nothin I can't stick a fork through We break bread, eat good, and pour brew Cheers! Come toast to the one with respect to the utmost on more than one coast GS, check the style I splash, to make the listener wanna pile my cash King of the Hill, money is the issue It's all on me tell 'em bring me the bill Daddy Warbucks, shift gears in the armored truck Like Big Daddy Kane when I warm it up Fans scream for the two man team Doom and Guilty - Hip Hop supreme The denim is blue but the pockets green Big knots in jeans, you can't stop the kings