Bigdickeater

One beer: [Produced by Madlib] [Intro] I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me, why shouldn't it be true? I get a kick out of brew [Verse] There's only one beer left Rappers screaming all in our ears, like we're deaf Tempt me, do a number on a label Eat up all they emcees and drink 'em under the table Like, "It's on me – put it on my tab, kid" However you get there – foot it, cab it, iron-horse it You're leaving on your face, forfeit I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it Told him tell 'em they stole it, he told her he lost it She told him, "Get off it," and a bunch of other more shit Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads It's like he eating watermelon – stay spitting new seeds It's the weed, give me some of what he drooping off Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough They group been soft First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road She asked him autograph her derriere, it read: "To Wide Load, this yardbird taste like fried toad turd Love, Villain"—take pride in code words Crooked eye mode, nerd, geek with a cold heart Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart Study 'How To Eat To Die' by the pizza guy No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer eye And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel They call the Super when they need their back—uh, plumbing fixed "How is only one left? The pack come in six! Whatever happened to two and three?" A herb tried to slide with four and five And got caught like, "What you doing, G?!" Don't make him have to get cutting like truancy Matter fact – "Not for nothing, right now, you and me!" Looser than a pair of Adidas I hope you brought your spare tweeters MCs sound like cheerleaders Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin DOOM came to do the thing again, no matter who be blingin' He do it for the smelly hubbies Seeds know what time it is, like it's time for 'Teletubbies' Few can do it, even fewer can sell it Take it from the dude who wear a mask like a 'tarded helmet He plots shows like robberies: "In and out, one, two, three—no bodies, please! Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt The mic is the shotty: nobody move, nobody get hurt Bring heat like the boy done gone to war He came in the door and – "Everybody on the floor!" A whole string of jobs like we on tour Every night, on the score, coming to your corner store" [Skit 1: Doctor DOOM] "There, it's done Now that the representative from South Africa has been mind programmed All of the world leaders on earth are under my control And when they meet tomorrow in special session I, DOOM, shall be voted 'Master of the World' My plan is foolproof, but just in case..." "And what about snow?" [Outro: Skit 2] [John Jameson]: Now you keep your eyes open When I tell ya, start snappin' [Peter Parker]: Oh yeah, sure [UN leader]: Uh, ladies und gentlemen I am risking my life to tell you with, with great concern That I must warn you, I, I––you must listen! Many among you, have, have had their minds taken over {*coughing*} [John Jameson]: What a story, start snappin’ [Spider-Man]: DOOM, gosh, I wish I’d brought my autograph book! [DOOM]: Your attempts at humor bore me [Spider-Man]: "Right, lead-head!" [kid]: "You’re weird!!!" [H.E.R.B.I.E.]: Why is everyone staring at us? [Reed Richards, Mr. Fantastic]: Aw, I should have realized, we must look like freaks to them [Ben Grimm, The Thing]: Relax masseur, just do your thing [H.E.R.B.I.E.]: Get a good grip on my— [The Thing]: What? Why, I’ll bend your read-out meter for ya, you little [Reed]: Hey, knock it off, Ben [The Thing]: What’s the matter? (Oh, Ben) You’re nothing but a chicken-head [H.E.R.B.I.E.]: You overgrown granite-head [Reed]: Hold it! Rapp snitch knishes:[Intro: Mr. Fantastik & MF DOOM] Yo (Yo) MF DOOM (Mr. Fantastik) Mr. Fantastik (Villain) What up, nigga? (Ain't nuttin', what's the word?) What's crackin', boy? (Same ol' shit, kid) Man, these rap snitches, man (Different day, you know?) Shit is bugged out, man, what the fuck, man? (Shit, you tellin' me) Niggas runnin' their mouth (It's awful) Tellin' everything, everything (Critical) [Chorus: Mr. Fantastik, Mr. Fantastik & MF DOOM] Rap snitches, tellin' all their business Sit in the court and be their own star witness "Do you see the perpetrator?" Yeah, I'm right here Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years, uh Rap snitches, tellin' all their business Sit in the court and be their own star witness "Do you see the perpetrator?" Yeah, I'm right here Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years, uh [Verse 1: Mr. Fantastik] Type profile low (Low), like A in Paid in Full Attract heavy cash cause the game's centrifugal Mr. Fantastic, long dough like elastic Guard my life with twin Glocks that's made out of plastic Can't stand a brown-nosin' nigga, fake ass bastard Admirin' my style, tour bus through Manhattan Plottin', plan the quickest, my flow's the sickest My hoes be the thickest, my dro the stickiest Street nigga, stamped and bonafide When beef jump niggas come get me, 'cause they know I ride True to the ski mask, New York's my origin Play a fake gangsta like an old accordion Accordin' to him, when the D's rushed in Complication from the wire, testimony was thin Caused his man to go up north, the ball hit 'em again Lame rap snitch nigga even told on the Mexican [Chorus: Mr. Fantastik, Mr. Fantastik & MF DOOM] Rap snitches, tellin' all their business Sit in the court and be their own star witness "Do you see the perpetrator?" Yeah, I'm right here Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years (Uh) Rap snitches, tellin' all their business Sit in the court and be their own star witness "Do you see the perpetrator?" Yeah, I'm right here (Right here) Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years [Verse 2: MF DOOM] True, there's rules to this shit, fools dare care Everybody wanna rule the world with tears for fear Yeah, yeah, tell 'em tell it on the mountain hill Runnin' up they mouth bill, everybody doubtin' still Informer, keep it up and get tested (Pop through) Pop through your bubble vest or double-breasted He keep a lab down south in the little beast (To New York) So much heat you woulda thought it was the Middle East (Middle East) A little grease always keeps the wheels a-spinnin' Like sittin' on twenty threes to get the squealers grinnin' Hittin' on many trees, feel real linen Spittin' on enemies, get the steel for tin men Where no brains but gum flap He said his gun clap, then he fled after one slap (Pap!) Son, shut your trap, save it for the bitches Mm, delicious, rap snitch knishes [Outro: Mr. Fantastik & MF DOOM] You know'm sayin'? (It's terrible) It's crazy, man, I'm just analyzin' this whole game This is bugged out, man, niggas is snitchin' Tellin' on they own self (It's a horror, yo) Fuck around and get everybody bagged, man (Atrocities) Fuck around and get yo mama bagged, nigga You know your grandmama used to be bootleggin' Fake hustlin' nigga, heheheheheheheheheh, huh, hehehehe, heh Perpetrator? Yeah, I'm right here Hoe cakes: [Intro] "Su.." "Su.." Keep your hoes in check "Su.." "Super!" [Verse] I got this girl and she wants me to duke her I told her I'd come scoop her around eight, she said: "Super! That sounds great!" Shorty girl's a trooper No matter what I need her to do, she be like: "Super!" Own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa On the microphone he flossed the ring "Super!" Average emcees is like a TV blooper MF DOOM, he's like D.B. Cooper Out with the moolah, I let her get an outfit Just to cool her off, she said: "Niggas ain't about shit" I wonder if she meant it, I doubt it The way it be in her mouth she can't live without it And can't live with this, handle your business Villain'll stay on a scandalous ho's shit list One pack of cookies, please, Mr. Hooper It's fun smacking rookies, he is the "Super!" Look like a Black Wookiee when he let his beard grow Weirdo, brown-skinned, always kept his hair low Rumors has it it's a S-Curl accident DOOM was always known to keep the best girls' backs bent Some say it's the eyes, some say the accent A lot of guys wonder where their stacks went I call her Thunder-Thighs with the fatty swoll-uh Only mess with high rollers, do what Daddy told her No matter the city she with me to do the thang-thang Work in the coochie, hoopty Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Same name on the titty as on the name ring Pretty like Baby D off "All in the Same Gang" Keep my eye on her, really don't trust her But I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut And the heat to turn beef to horsemeat chalupa Teach her how to hold it, of course, he is the "Super!" See, most cats treat her like Foofur Or beat her to a stupor, take it from the "Super!" You need to make her feel cuter And lay down the G like Luther, everything'll be "Super!" Do for her, keep her in a new fur So she look sweet when she go to meet the "Super!" Got the buddha get the Grenadiers, twist it Put it in the air, come here, kiss it Listen here scooter, let her try to bag you When she's on the rag, never let her fry the ragù Which'll have you under some type of spell crying, "Dag, boo" Her name on your back in a tattoo Whether a bougie broad, nerd ho, street chick Don't call her Wifey if you met her at the Freaknik You don't want her don't waste her time, I'll duke her And be a father to your child like the "Super!" He keep his hoes in check Sends 'em out to get glows from off frozen necks Tell 'em, "Take his clothes, leave him posing naked for real Better yet, get him for the check off the record deal Find out where he keep the TEC and the blue steel Make sure for extra wreck, let him know how you feel And while he's running down to All-Star Weekend to ball I'm coming with the U-Haul" "Super!" ("Super!") ("Super!") [Outro Skit] (DOOM): Has the laser cannon been loaded? (DOOM Crony): Everything has been prepared as you ordered. But how did you get permission to return to New York, Master? (DOOM): Through the efforts of a misguided... fool (J. Jonah Jameson): It's free enterprise! And I'm not gonna let some blasted government bureaucrat tell me how to run my business (Jameson Employee): But DOOM— (J. Jonah Jameson): Will be my guest on my private estate on Long Island! There's nothing you can do about it (Jameson Employee): He's dangerous, I just hope you know what you're doing (J. Jonah Jameson): Don't I always? Ah, there's DOOM's jet, right on time (Peter Parker): Why is it so cold down here? (Robbie Robertson): The heat went out in the whole building (Betty Brant): Warm enough out there on Long Island with DOOM (Peter Parker): DOOM? Here in New York? (Robbie Robertson): Yes, DOOM, has an amazing new machine (DOOM): Get the president of the United States on the phone (J. Jonah Jameson): How long's all this gonna take, DOOM? (DOOM): I would not advise you to repeat that error (J. Jonah Jameson): Sure, I know what you mean