Madlib - Space Ho's (Madlib Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Every space man knows you just gotta have Space Ho's Every space girls know it You get a big delight, in every bite Delicious, cream-filled, Space Ho's, taste out of this world With luscious creamy inside, soft cake outside You get a big delight, in every bite Yup, smart space men always have plenty of good Ho's Whever they go, Ho's! [Verse: MF DOOM] How they gave his own show to Tad Ghostal Any given second he could go mad postal Stay wavin that power band space cannon And have the nerve to jump in the face, of Race Bannon And punked out; luckily he deaded it And guess who's the schmuck whose credited with editing it? Your man Moltar, the cop out Ain't have no other career choice, he dropped out Since when the Way-Outs included Zorak Way back he used to rub his thorax in Borax I'm not the one that sold him to it If he won't admit it, I'm not gonna hold him to it It's all love and no hate though For all that, the Villain need to get his own late show Do a monologue and jest with the guests Madlib, switch the beat and walk him to the desk With Danger holding down the control room Late again returning from commercial - I told you Doom! Early, he's on B.P.T Catch him on public access free TV And we're back, live on the air with Brak So Brak, how your man got a show that's so whack? And have you ever thought to work with Err and Ignignokt an' them? And do you got enough oxygen from this toxic phlegm? Another sec', his neck woulda got flames Mouse switched the screen to some hot dames Tonight's audience will receive miscreant video games And fifteen seconds of fame - pitiful lames! It's just a shame; I'm zonin Competin for the same prime time slot as Conan No dummy, Ichigawa Announcement free lunch to any stunt who lets me plow her In the shower for an hour, the kids 'sposed to be asleep Or else to join it sound like Road Runner - BEEP BEEP! Later this week - Big Ben Klingon After him there's no one else we could afford to bring on Keep it ghetto And let 'em know, B.Y.O.B. from the get go *Ahem*, I'd like to propose a toast To the grossest host, Space Ho's Coast to Coast That destructo ray's a played out gag And the cape and the pants suit, lookin like a straight out... Dag! Don't mean to sound crunchy Hit a honey from the back and crumpled up her scrunchie A light snack, hungry munchie Felt a funny hunch that she told him donkey punch me Tomorrow it's Father Guido Sarducci Father MC, and Charo "Coochie Coochie" With her new best seller, "Who You Call a Hoochie?" A proud sponsor of the snoochie boochie noochies Look Leela eyeball to eyeballs And find out how to get inside them sugar pie walls Our next guest a real cutey specimen And she's startin to get a little booty, Miss Judy Jetson So Judy; boxers, briefs or fig leaf? As you know I wear my boxers so my big... ohh! Cue the rapper tell him bring what little he got Up against the Villy, it's really not diddly-squat Until they head hurts - when it come to wreck Crews is like them dudes in red shirts off Star Trek He Kirk, he Spock, he McCoy Been b-boy, since you jerks first squeezed toys Born to be the host with the most When it's on it's on, Space Ho's Coast to Coast