MF DOOM - 40 Ounces Deep lyrics

[Verse: Geez Francisco] Marijuana staining my clothes Been packing bowls to get my mind another plane than my soul In other words the kid flow corresponds with his goals To get the gold and kick a thirst jezebel to the curb I burn herb then go to work with a verse Suitcase full of money louis tie on my shirt See I'm a business man first but still will give em that work The xannie man too proficient in the art of disperse Throwing kicks at ya circ, wit a dick in ya b**h skirt It's obvious she acknowledge my prowess with the rhymes Shotgun flows'll break the link between your spine I was chosen so it's faith I'd be the bringer of demise The grim reaper Catch two bodies just from the scent of the speakers See these b**hes get deep in deeper then daucons creek get 18 year old genius but still gripping my penis And feeling like I'm ceasar's right at the door with the evil Wicked old soul warlock with the nappy hair Half a man for the sh** that I'm toking it's super rare Inducing fear off the sh** written need scuba gear When I flow leave em submerged 40 deep in a hole 40 deep in my soul searching for chicas and hoes To give my whistle a blow and give my swishers a roll Ride solo , Og told me it's way better It's all about the cheddar so best keep few burretas The wushu shogun on words that were never spoken Kamehameha waves when I'm flowing his souls open Excalibur what I'm toting decapitated in moments King Arthur supreme rapper the king author Since I been smoking jane my third eye got sharper But it also got darker inducing thoughts of a coffin Whether shots from the ruger or my asthmatic coughing Imma die one day til then remain cautious I'm militant more like rorschach with the vigilance Sk**et sh** surface of cowards I get too grilling sh** I'm menacing O-dog Kane mixed with some Benjamin To old for my years 3 wiser to my peers So pop you 5 xanax in your mirror I'll appear To take you on a journey I portray in these journals About a kid in the sauce whose flows just be thermals Verbal execution let me find out that you looting I apprehend, geez taking out a hundred men Bare handed with a 40 in hand while hand standing Walked home without no scratches just vacant caskets and laughing Show to the funeral repeat the tragedy Only the finest p**ys crossed my big lips And big spliffs then greet your baby mother with my diz-nick Don't test me cause I perfected DDT's especially The zannie man back with that motherf**ing recipe So roll my sour D let me spit So you can get high on me backwood packages Left on top of the f**ing cabinets Right by the packets of kool-aid to get my bladder thick I batter sh**, dont bring reggie around my area Illadelph for ever Kwan geez running for mayor top slayer Part dragon and terminator while home third base was tryna play tomb raider That's why I keep the shepard's healthy but also rabid Full house of k**ers and I feel like Bob Saget With the moves of Sagat as I lay on my cot With ya shawty hitting all her f**ing spots And just enjoying my life