MF DOOM - Mighty Healthy / That's Me (MF Doom Special Blend) lyrics

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MF DOOM - Mighty Healthy / That's Me (MF Doom Special Blend) lyrics

[Produced by MF DOOM] [Verse 1 : Ghostface k**ah] Both hands clusty, chilling with my man Rusty Low down, blew off the burner kinda dusty The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape, Rae co-host Monty Hall expo, intellect, you read pro Son trifling f**, wildflower on the cycle and Picked up the broom thought I was Michael-in' West Brighton Pool, now I'm into Iron Duels Turn Nuns to Earths Whoopi, she at Allah school Inhale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel Duracell knot, you flash a burnt cell Snap out of CandyLand kids, the old rumor is Blacks become immune and sh**, we never did Like eating dead birds, trust the pharmacy over herbs Men marrying men, ill they got the urge, pulsar Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter, living off land You god damn right I f** fans, king me Check checkmate props like the micro chip founder Neck to neck stock with Bill Gates now [Bridge] When we hug these mics we get busy Come and have a good time with G-O-D Make you snap your fingers or wiggle Scream, shout, laugh or just giggle Shake that body, party that body Don't f** with Ghost you'll feel sorry That's word, I'm not the herb Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying [Verse 2: Ghostface k**ah] Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in your gra**, spiteful Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter Culprit, prince of the game wish you could see us We lay low glitter wax full bangles Priceless ropes, lay around the God get tangled Woolly hair, eyes fiery red, feet made of bra** Twelve men following me, it be the God staff Move, every script's like Miramax Smash the big boy, totalled it, Wilshire and Fairfax Son beaming wifey on the beach, sipping Zima Wu 'binos, to latinos, we love Selena Overnight, God schedules, Fed-Ex Pretty soloette velvet nice DNA scroll genetics Too hot, to handle one thought from scrambling the mandolin Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack 'em, say when He rolling up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts Yo kid stop fronting on the ground 'fore you get touched It's Canada Dry sess with Allah, son We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry [Verse 3 : Cam'ron ] Yo, I don't understand how these cats sip daiquiris Like it's all good down at the hit factory Be on 54th, whole clique backing me All that click clackery takes your wrist wrappery I ain't no rapper, b, I skeet Uzis And I can't act, turned down 3 movies So gimme your chain, your j**els and your cash And your fast food, I'll eat your food fast My rude a**, carries 3 weapons And I'll give your face a c-section and keep stepping Who else in a hurry to mirk We k** girls, rape em', bury their skirts Imagine me wake up 7:30 for work (what?!) I'd rather run the streets in a 730 with work But met this knucklehead, thought he want a order Came and asked me stop pitching to his daughter Y'Serious? This man can't be Be glad I'm not in her damn panties Got a damn handy How you going to ever ask stop carrying candy I'm going to sell to anybody in your damn family Your Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy Your right hand man Randy, understand me In Atlanta I got an outlandish land piece and a matching land Desert-colored: Sandy [Hook] You know the one with the whips, THATS ME The one with the chips and the chips, THATS ME The one with the toast, pants saggy, yelling out get at me Get at me, n***a, THATS ME The one that be running and dodging, YOU The one that be s**ing mad dick, YOU The one that's scared of some yay yo Always wanna lay low, cause your girl say so, YOU, b*atch [Verse 4 : Cam'ron ] I could show you some ice Throw you advice You not that good dog, who told you you're nice Ay, yo your crew, switch siders When I come through, hey Cam Dick riders But I only mess with Navigators 528 6 drivers, big buyers, where you live we live liver Come through, stick your suppliers Mack so many hoes, dick in saliva Gash her up, ma, put it on you mouth Then I grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out And I don't got beef, I don't play those games If I did though believe me I would say y'all names Go to your house, red dot scope your crib Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz My crew split it was my mistake But to my n***a Duke we all make mistakes I'm going to get sh** right if I spend my cake Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5h This is for my n***as that load the pipe Saying I'm the best just not promoted right You know my life Drink, smoke, roll some dice Control the hiest Know I'm a patrol your schiest We all get schiest

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