Gas Drawls - MF DOOM, Maker

By the way, I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fiftys

Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like jiffy-pop (pop)

In a instant get smoked like Winston Cigarettes

Ho’s get ripped off like Nicorette patch

In real life the real trife scene

Might snatch ya life like assault machine

Rifle, dead up setup like bull-fight

Be blunted how we like couldn’t white or in full flight

The unemotional call me anti-social

On the run off the gun death tally commercial

Death valley is like rehearsal to the streets

To my peeps G. M MF on the beat

Rhymes is chosen like the weapons of war

So keep from steppin on my floor or delivery front door

I bring it to ya’ll motherfuckers master yours

My disaster cause: Hell.

in gas drawls

The supervillain cooler than a million, I be chillins

Still quick to slice squares like Sicilians

Dont make me have to hurt them feelings

I’ll ruin you in the dirt that I be doin in my dealings (WHILE I’M)

Sendin spirits through the ceilin', chrome peelin'

Dome blown within the comforts of your own home

Grown big wheelin' and high rollin'

I hold the lye, it keeps the sty on my eye swollen'

Holdin, foldin the pal

Known as massive-versatile

I’d like to big-em-up monster isle

Uummm, Yeah

I saw you in Hell with them gas drawls

Mhm

To my brother Subroc and Black Ju

I crack brew for, two more, three men, two up

I hit the brew up like nobody knows how X the unseen feels

When giving crews a brush with death like between meals

Two times a day with brothers that’s tight like a noose

With more rhymes in use than Dr. Seuss or motherfuckin' mother goose

X the suspicious flirter

Who every hooker hearda', next to malicious murda'

A track type vicious fulfillin the pipe wishes

The misses may be legal minus the baby eagle

Any given summer’s eve don’t breathe

Sixteen shots I do believe and one up the sleeve

Master of the O who predict ya last pause

I told y’all, Hell and gas drawls

Breakin glass and plastic jaw like federal drastic law

Fed up from fightin' secret war wit' them Fantastic Four (invisible bitch)

Versus Doom wit' the metal face before I go to state

The ho better settle case

The flow is at pedal pace steady like tricycles

Beware all suckas is froze like icicles (bag 'em up)

And baggin' bitches like nickels

Cause I licked 'em where they tickle before I hit the clit though

I’ma split till I pronounce More hits than a ounce no doubt

About ta bounce, X the unannounced, I’m out

[Outro: MF DOOM

And I like to give a shoutout to the brother Jet Jaguar

Megalon and King Geedorah

I call this joint right here Gas Drawls

In Hell with yours