MF DOOM - Negus lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Price] Stupid n***a Sean, super n***a, uh Pop, pop, pop, I'm shootin' at your moms I ain't writin' ahead I aim right for your head n***a, murder, d**h, k** Sex, money, mayhem Mournin' murder with a weapon, step into the A.M Believe in me, pah, the same way you believe in your god Whether it's Allah, Jesus or Master Fard I mash up the bars, plastered ratchets splatter your car Vehicular homicide, f**'s the matter with y'all? I will pop your noodle If I don't do it then Rock will shoot you One smack in your lung bag Backpack rapper strapped with crack in my bookbag I'm a n***a, that's what n***as do now Wouldn't you like to be a n***a, just like who? P [Interlude] Stand up if you're a n***a [Verse 2: MF DOOM] Bacalao, cantaso Vil, you know the drill, mad drool then gaga, ho Shoot the loogie, they super boujee Gobsmack dab right cheekbone, gooey, groovy Absolutely yucky and out your league, buddy Before you take a stab at it, think deep and study Or get your crown spun around like Blackhawk Down Surrounded by the neighbors who can hate you 'til the ground in town Then freak show, never no beef though Deepthroat their coquito back and forth then, free throw Failed intention, prepare the trench and henchmen They all eat quite well, vacations, pensions Gotten hoarse from yellin', "Fore!" on the golf course Scream boat, then sped off in a drop Porsche DOOM on your hot sauce, take you out to deep water Group hug, who know the next time you'll see your daughter Real slaughter [Outro] Stand up if you're a n***a