MF DOOM - Chef Ren lyrics

[One Long Verse: Renegade] I bust bars to beats check the alliteration Mortal Kombat defeats, Tekken obliterations Is what these others will face if they get in my way Tryna stop my shine with all that mental precipitation Your brain's a little watered down from the fakeness That garden hose-like mind needs a little greatness Rinse it out, let Chef Ren serve you up a plate From my lyrical buffet and fatten your mind state 3000 calories per day is what I'm serving up It's written on a page hope this satisfies your urge for lunch Now wash it down with punch, make it Hawaiian I filled the famished with food for thought with my rhymin' And rap's getting wack now I made perfect timing An example for the youth when I'm in the vocal booth I blurt these words out, through the gap in my mouth And I'm speaking on the truth, not getting caboose Although I want some, I spit this from my heart and not my Johnson Earthquakes happen when I'm A-Town stompin' A-Town meaning angels not yet in coffins Wayne inspired me to rap, naa I'm just joshin' I turned the radio off no need for shock jockin' Listened to some Sade and got to lover's rockin' The opposite of bra and bottle poppin' I added special herbs to the recipe to get you mecha-chompin' My rhyme books like a stove top cookin' up gourmet meals Forget the others, 'cuz they nothin' but Foreman grills It's like bacon grease how I let my ballpoint spill Although the stove's hot, these flows give you shivers and chills Go "Burr" like Gucci Mane matter fact grab the fur coat off of Pootie Tang The opposite of global warming, apparently when my lips brush the pop picture rain pouring I can go all day with the braggin' Shoot you with some name tags with my Don Cannons But I only got about a minute there's only one Popeye, there ain't no spinach left I had to pause for a sec because I'm out of breath... Oops I did it again, no Britney comparison and I'm going in Less Lil' Wayne, more Errol Flynn If you allergic to Ren then take some Claritin 'Cuz ima be around for awhile Three minutes can't even explain my difference in style Rapping means more than money to pile 'Cuz I can have my stacks fat yet nothing but frowns Filling my face, rappers are road runners in a paper chase Yet I take a steady pace remaining in first place Infinitely rich in self worth I'm spreading messages without MSG to boost your health first Better than Boyardi, maybe even Uncle Ben Aunt Jemima ain't touchin' this not even Chef Marilyn I'm cooking up cla**ics better than wonton Soup ain't my specialty, instead check out my melodies Musical veggies, call them Casey or celery Better than Rachel & Martha is what they'll be tellin' me Check out my rhyme book in the produce aisle Ren's k**ing hunger pains bringing vegan's smiles