MF DOOM - Bookhead lyrics

The lust is show the story, grodier than Mr. Crowley For those embarra**ed to know holier than Darrell Morley habits Paris to the Gobi bring him up to speed slowly On the low key, Kindles is phony D Taste stale, see the world in shades of gray-scale Right there in black and white, protected by chain-mail Today's the day, made your way see ya sister'n'um Took my little mens with her, told em loved em.. kisseded them These over-sensitive youngins' is on some new stuff Can't sit still and focus the time it takes to do enough From the mean streets of the ‘Can I get a dollar dude?' Above measure the singular pleasure of solitude It's your poison, if you so choose, absorb it Veins to the brain, shoot off into orbit How you know octagon? Or much less Tetragrammaton To get the good stuff you gotta get out to the Amazon With any luck you might just score locally Keep it on the hush when you speakin' on it vocally Then you gotta be on the in, a known member I think I still owe 'em lil something since November, whatever Who need credit when cash speak? Forget it Sweatin' sittin on this package since last week We all got weaknesses, even the functionin' dead Some'll end up fudgin' numbers, buggin' and lunchin' instead It's Netflix to the head, second best trick to get the chicks in the bed