Madvillain - Figaro (demo) lyrics

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Madvillain - Figaro (demo) lyrics

(MF Doom) The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard Take it from the Tech N9ne holder Dead bent, but don't know their neck shine from Shinola Everything that glitters ain't fish scale Lemme think; don't let her faint get Ishmael A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act stack Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa Start sh** stoppa be a smart shoppa Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay But who'd a know there's 2 mo' that wonder where the shooter go 'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em Let 'em spit venom said 'em got a lot of sh** with 'em Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice We makes the joints that make 'em spread 'em bu*ter moist Man, please. The stage is made of panties From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies Hand me the dough rake, daddy The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man He'd take her for her masters, hit it once and shake her hand On some ol' "thank ya ma'am" an' ghost her She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster A whole host of roller coaster riders Not enough tracks (is it?) Hot enuff black (for ya) It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal? Do not stand still, boast show sk**s Close but no crills, toast for po' ills, post no bills Coast to coast Joe Shmoes flows ill, go chill Not supposed to overdose, NoDoz pills Off pride tikes now talk wide though scar meat Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet Told ya, on some get-rich sh** As he gets older he gets colder than a witch tit This is it, make no mistakes Where my n***a go? Figaro, Figaro O's beats and my rhymes attack A scary act All black like Miss Mary Mack Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano DOOM sings soprano like uno dos y'ano My momma told me Blast him and pa** her her gla** of Ol' E Not to be troublesome But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum No stick of bubble gum I like ice cream We could skip the wedding Have a nice dream She only let him stick the head in