Chicken Little - MF DOOM, MF Grimm

Superstar Jet Jaguar, jig jugulars

Jabbing, stabbing knife-thrusting

Combust and dance, I hustle while

Feds tapping, bring noise like Savion

Set up shop, cash flow

Is avian, blood-

-line royalty, yes, blessed

Manhattan don, paper chase

Howl at paper moon

Pay-per-view, pay for me, pay for you

Pay the price.

I take them all

To war and seize their territory

March to your death, scream

«Charge,» and meet your glory, king-

-dom conquered sub-

-jects adore me, so no

Matter the distance, foes put up

Little resistance.

They lost be-

-fore I touch ‘em.

Lessons

I teach ‘em.

Someone

Should have told ‘em, so now

I must tell ‘em.

New and

Clear, up I tear ‘em, get

‘Em all, none I fear.

Cowards

Turning in their tracks, drop

Their weapons, and they flee.

You will die

Don’t you know?

Don’t

Be messing ‘round with me.

Jet

Jaguar the great

Slayer of many men in

War—future:

I slay many more

Cook it up, got the block hot, flooded

With ready rock.

They’re fiending, doing any-

-thing for me

Addicted, so they’re scheming—the high is

Calling, the high

Is calling.

Music is a

Drug.

There’s no MF?

Then

The sky is falling

Cook it up, got the block hot, flooded

With ready rock.

They’re fiending, doing any-

-thing for me

Addicted, so they’re scheming—the high is

Calling, the high

Is calling.

Music is a

Drug.

There’s no MF?

Then

The sky is falling