King Honey - Monday Nite At Fluid lyrics

[MF Doom] This is a public service announcement Be careful It could be a warning (it is a warning) Watch out for the mild mannered You need to be careful Safety first The streets ain't no joke like that You might see him with a small attire coming out of your neck Get caught like.. Klaow!! Well then, there now Blaow, outta nowhere, the dunce couldn't prepare for how Got scripts, whipped up all the quicker The one who came to the party, sipped up all the liquor Who they gonna stick the blame to, that he came through? With this verse to name a few, tame a shrew, shame you When he spit, the phlegm grapple This type a script cats don't like, like them apples Yes Lord. Track sorta like a chessboard Even better than having a motorcycle escort Allow me to retort and do my thing Metal Face ho's with tongue and ‘o' lease eye ring Greased lightning from the flow pro-trainer Who remains on the slow, this one a no-brainer Like blow in a strainer - hold the mic like a handle A distress to damsels, a piss test vandal We all do dumb stuff like rappers act psycho Press the wrong switch and get your sh** crushed like Geico Out to get Rich like Little Old Roundtree From fist to the stitch of the gun he sold brown tree How y'all found me? A penny sure goes far This one goes out to you know who you are Got many more rhymes in jars like plenty more who*e war stars that's twenty four bars [Kurious] Drinkin', f**in' for days straight, wait, this a hazy state Rhyme is on time but, I'm five minutes late It's like Tutankhamen, or a kid graffiti bombin The Hieroglyphical Bin Laden Twisted your sh**, pardon (f** you!) That's the movie that we started b**hes don't get a dime, see me I ain't doin' time At least for no dumb sh**, continue to climb Like a small-talk rhetoric character's been on my nerves the whole time I fall back, lookin at me funny Psst, b**h I'm all that – Remember, pull a chrome hatchet on that a** and yell "Timber" I ain't the player prayer, just a f**in member People buggin' "Kurious, where ya been? I heard he rocks" Beatin' (???) sinkin craps with city cops Clip your balls and put 'em inside a birdy box And trade a bottle of Cristal in, b**h, 30 shots [King Geedorah] No one overstands, it ain't nuttin sweet yo They need to go back down to Earth with Dennis Tito (space cadet) ”The flow is really neato” said the street ho He said “I already know.. but how you like the beat though?” (Ow Ow) Use your better judgment Pockets stay pungent - ask him where the budget went We got receipts like Jeats In these mean streets that stomp like cleats He couldn't have it any other which way One thing he do know is they flows is itchbay These is like Old Bay on steak fries Stay foldin fake guys, stay rollin snake eyes Flip quicker than Woody Wood Pecker would Either in the hood, or peckerwood neck of the woods Like, like out in these here parts Cause King Geedorah puts fear in they hearts Don't dare start