MF DOOM - Knock Knock lyrics

[Intro: MF DOOM] I'm right outside your crib Yo I'mma come through Send me your door number Hit me back Oh I see it right there, I see it I'll be through in a minute, get at me Word Go visit my cousin right quick He always told me... if you need anything fam, just take it yo I could go tonight, I know he not home So... [Verse 1: MF DOOM] Knock Knock Menacing, cousin Villain, let my self in Only need a stick of bu*ter, cheese And some some vitamin D Double O-M, as in 'mescaline' Hang the hat on steez, the gentleman's testament The rest been sold and told like the book of Evangel I'mma hold the DVD, I ain't seen Scandal A handful IOU Won't miss a brew, or two, or six Torture the lyrics, mics and crucifix Fresh new kicks, I would put 'em on 'cept Them shoes always hurt my corn Might as well return his young shirt was war torn Got you on the track with the horn, word is bond I see you when you gone to the next event (Represent) Get paid, big cuz Villain message sent [Hook: sample] [Verse 2: MED] Turn the keys then amnesia Scent of reefer Missing a few beers from the freezer Distract from the cheeks in her jeans, bruh Told to have a seat or I could be one The fever, Madlib single like a DJuh Fling with get the pockets on keebla From the cantina Slip cheetahs off her heels Like Queen Sheba Still sip Seagram in the plastic cup, I hit the Wheaties Case without the DVD, stuck watchin' TV Roll the freebie, then get blown Tryna touch down, when in the friend zone Unchecked sent texts and miscalls Explains the unwashed (?) from locked doors Told her she got to twerk to get gone Still a jerk like when you hold the Tec wrong [Hook: sample] [Verse 3: Blu] Wolf, get that whole car pulled Push, Joe Barnes broke bully on the boulevard Shook like white sugar with her clothes off And cook like white bricks for the fix It's the bogart Coke barns like a (?) It's a boat broke Tryna flow with the fish You a big dish, f** a big them You's a kids meal Mickey D's and a hook We shook grams out of hands, n***a Just dance MC Hammer in the pants With a ten speed hemi on your bread Like a big dream, mind like a Benz on La Brea Player, pay your friends, get it in Blu feeling 'em (?) Crisp Benjamin Franklin's been gangsta What the good f**, you's a hood anklet You's a cute chick You's a cute little chick, ain't ya?