MF DOOM - The Story's End lyrics

[Intro] Lights, Camera....Action! Are we ready? (Are we rollin') Are we ready? (Yeah? Okay) (Are we rollin'?) Hold up! [Verse 1] I'm the type of guy you can smell through the Ozium They'll say he'll grasp the mic and start rapping like Doody's soul's in 'im Causing loads of sin because locked cells is where they keep my homies in Rolling holding 10s, crusing with Dan chaufferin' Stop on the cops block, go through the front door openin' One glance is all they need, the police is like "Oh no! It's them!" Clasping hands and whimpering, won't change your sentencing Don't barter me with pensioning, Satan's Den I'm already living in Our luck with all this stuff is shortly growing thin It's been an hour and a half and we only had forty min- Utes, time to bounce away from this unholy den This is the type of ending that's not aired on Nickelodeon At the Captian's where my mac is pointing when Sonething happens rather tragic as my eyes are closing in Catastraphic, this heart of plastic has a few holes in it No more laughter, crowds and pastors is how this story ends [Bridge] That's how this story ends That's how every story ends [Verse 2] I'm the type of guy who doesn't fully bu*ton up his cardigan I'm longing kin who partakes in concerts 'n partyin' I'm sparking ten geez of cess as I get a shave From a barber with Parkinson's I'm farther then I've ever been Dom't bother with y'all other men All the j**elry on my body, yeah I'm flaunting 'em Cause what's the pointing of shining bright if I'm-a be closeted This sudden ruckus erupted from nothing But I'll still plunder all summer til nothing is something Slapped another track, back to back with not progressing A fat lasting heart attack and it makes my will grow thin My sk**s you oppose but you need to stop suppressing I rap rad matter fact with room in my clique still open [Outro] I'm the type of guy who doesn't fully bu*ton up his cardigan I'm the type of guy you can smell through the Ozium All the evil I create comes from somewhere far within And when I come around everyone already knows he's won