MF DOOM - Jura**ic Gra** lyrics

Verse 1 [Max Tringham]: Astronomical topical problems I keep them bottled in Swaddle nauseous pockets with either dollars or pocket lints Every college student think they're buddhist and that's an awful trend I wish we'd all just act more prudently and bear our thoughts to friends Forlorn h*mosapien orator vaping a fourth or more get Wasted flow so angry and sort of a hazy brazen bore More vacant, aching floor, shaking pace, and I'm baking more Raking your faces, aces placed, and I'm only making sure Ask me, one more question, and get your a** beat Attack beats, invest time, but time it doesn't last see Last week, I felt fine, but now my mind hara**es me Acid seeping, pappy see me, bleeding half my ma**ive heathen Rap depleting, past deleting, factory of drastic reasons I can't even actualize my f**ing needs, I have no freedoms sh** hurts- you got the last, they got the first Bad b**hes see I rap different, and all they've gots a thirst Back in grade 10, packing tobacco inside my habitat This habit is the battle since, sadly I can never win Cause I been feeling worthless since Earth turned when I was nine But now I'm sure its worth the work or even paying fines cause this Purple leave me perfect before I'm immersed in lady's thighs Hook [Max Tringham]: What you thinking bout? Better not be doubting Me or my sounds, sicker than Heather or Beverly now Vested in grout, mouth touted like a tether be How could he drown us quicker than reverie his sound trounces me Verse 2 [Monk]: Looks like its time to take my gla**es off Flipping through pages of what my old bad habits are If you know me, you know I don't pa** basketballs If its in my court, I pick it up, then I laugh it off Had to call, 1-800 Second I turn around bet you won't say nothing If I turn around again, I bet you will say something That's the best case, and you don't want the worst case cousin Birthday f**ing until you busting now its case closed Lucky, better hope you don't have to replace clothes Buddy, bet you'll never say that to my face ho My mask on, pa** time, you know how the days go Took the ring off your finger, and made it to a halo Possible demon, come mingling with some angels Walking on the border turning dollars into pesos If you're still on your knees, polish up and lace those Look, Nine fingers, all I need is eight though Hook, line, sinker, gotcha falling for my bait- Woah Hook [Max Tringham] Verse 3 [Max Tringham]: This Conversation is cosmic, osmosisly odd flowing An eye for a h*monym, so co*ky, he's tomohawking Hot frozen, pot smoking, disguised so I'm not noticed Locked, key dropped inside a volcano, its hot molten Rock throwing- I'll put a crack upside your gla** house Clack clack, spitting raps, littering cynical gat mouth Clocks broken, time don't exist inside my rap house Sick like I pa** out, zoned blunted and trapped cause The world ain't always merciful, and I might be the first to fall Rehearsing verses with nervousness until I can hurtle God Hurl the cross at the moon, furious ready to curdle y'all Curb stomping in cursive romping, find me high, submerged in thought Riddled with doubt, but doubt me kid you'll get a kick in the mouth Pick at a pound, rolling amounts of ounces, lick 'em and give 'em to frowns I don't, exist, I write my own glyphics I fight to choke geyser smoke and dive in most b**hes