MF DOOM - Hoe Cakes lyrics

*Beatboxing is heard through the entire song* [MF Doom] KEEP YA HOES IN CHECK!(..Super!) I got this girl and she wants me to duke Her I told her I'd come scoop her around 8, she said "Super!" that sounds great, shorty girl's a trooper no matter what I need her to do, she be like "Super!" own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa on the microphone he flossed the ring "Super! average emcees is like a TV blooper MF DOOM...hes like D.B. Cooper out wit the moolah, I let her get a outfit jus to cool her off she said n***az ain't about sh** I wonder if she meant it, I doubt it the way it be in her mouth, she can't live witout it and can't live with this, handle yo bidness villain'll stay on a scandalous hoes sh** list one pack of cookies please Mr. Hooper its fun smackin rookies, he is the "Super!" look like a black wookie when he let his beard grow weirdo, brown skin'ded always kept his hair low rumor has it its a S-curl accident DOOM was always known to keep the best girls backs bent some say its the eyes, some say the accent a lotta guys wonder where they stacks went I call her thunder thighs, with the fatty swolla only mess wit high rollas, do what daddy told her no matter the city she with me to do the thang thang work in the coochie, hooptie chitty chitty bang bang same name on the titty as on the name ring pretty like Baby D off "all in the same gang" keep my eye on her really don't trust her but I treat her like a daughter, taught her how to bust a nut and the heat to turn beef to horsemeat chalupa teach her how to hold it, of course he is the "Super!" see most cats treat her like foofer or beat her to a stupor, take it from the "Super!" ya need to make her feel cuter and lay down the G like Luther, everythin'll be "Super!" do for her, keep her in a new fur so she look sweet when she go to meet the "Super!" got the buddha get the Grenadiers, twist it put it in the air, come 'ere, kiss it listen here scooter, let her try to bag you when she's on the rag never let her fry the Ragu which will have you under some type of spell crying "dag boo" her name on ya back in her tattoo whether a bourgie broad, nerd hoe, street chick don't call her wifey if you met her at the freaknick you don't want her don't waste her time, I'll dupe her oh and be a father to ya child like the "Super!" he keep his hoes in check sends 'em out to get glows from off frozen necks tell 'em take his clothes, leave him posin nekkid for real better yet, get 'em for the check off the record deal find out where he keep the tek an the blue steel make sure for extra wreck let 'em know how you feel and while he's runnin down to all star weekend to ball I'm comin with the U-HAUL!(Super!) (..Super!) (...Super!)