MF DOOM - RST lyrics

[Intro: Your Old Droog] Yo, turn on the evening news, yo (Which channel?) They said King Kong is back (Word?) I heard it on the radio early (sh**, you turn it up) Exactly [Verse 1: Your Old Droog] Ayo, people hear Droog like, "Where the hell you was at? We been waitin' on you" And you still ain't on top? Must be hatin' on you Them clowns shook if they don't wanna endorse yous Mad 'cause you on their heels like horseshoes I thought it was good luck Ca**ius don't wanna get surpa**ed, that would s** Aw shucks, what a bummer If I can speak candidly, I give 'em the beats Single-handedly like Def Leppard drummer Pour some sugar on me, get the boujee b**h and the hood booger on me From your niece to your auntie Sister to your mommy These old references'll make ya grandma love me Slide through her crib with a box of Godiva Reverse pile drive her then watch some Night Rider and McGyver Next week Barney Miller and Matlock, we was tryna get iller 'Stead of perpetrating the drug dealer a k**er Went from Curious George to Magilla Gorilla Couldn't make it go away if I wanted, this thing strong Final evolution King Kong [Verse 2: MF DOOM] Yeah, stay home, sip mixed rugged, chicks love it Baboon rappers, illegit mimes and muppets Yucked up the game like pigswine McNuggets Get the yap back, smack him, spitshine ya mullet Clowns and clones sneaky as skull and bones Wiretaps buggin' phones, keys to a dozen homes They movin' all amongst us until they cover's blown Real weirdo sh**, take you up out your comfort zone Elephant in the room, King Kong on the couch Remain elegant and in tune with what's pourin' out the mouth Pause after saying, "Ho," got her to stay or go The latter room service at the Marriot layin' low Call it what it is, it is as it does Pop three of them blue joints, I didn't catch a buzz Favorite rhymin' villain actin' on a hunch In the lobby brushin' off a bunch of fuzz Clingin' on 'em, King Kong [Verse 3: Mach-Hommy] Peace, the swindle was finagle grease Egoist, you all thumbs like thimbles, fool, you ain't no G Smear the Kool-Aid, your heart pump on the door like pa**over I told you on that menu, I don't play no D I told you I would bend you like light through a prism I told you I would send you like a kite, you wouldn't listen I told you I'd be in and out your life, you couldn't picture I'm too official, them b**hes come hither You just now seein' pixels on pictures, you dumb-titious It's f** y'all fake n***as, y'all nutritious Beer lagerheads with life changing events, [?] the quince Just like a Copperhead, we take the left, snake the [?] As far as I can tell he ain't from here, ay come here [Verse 4: Your Old Droog] Yo, let me take it from there like what a jerk Catch the body and merk Got one verse that'll body your whole body of work End you, send you to the spittle toy Do your hero like Hiroshima, (What?) drop that little boy Like Harry Truman, in your car like Harry Newman In advance, ayy, in this landscape I'm barely human Doin' what few men have done, it got 'em fumin' Get a good look at this, gotta zoom in [?] the next person who even look at him wrong Come and catch this fade like Kim Jong All that boom bam bip bap bang Swing pong then I bang on my chest like [Outro: Sean Price] King Kong, King Kong, King Kong in the place King Kong, King Kong in the place Big gun, watch the bullet, bing bong in your face