MF DOOM - Bada Bing lyrics
[MF Doom] Not a lot of bling When he do the thing, bada boom, bada bing From the womb to the tomb Get that ricotta, bada bing, bada boom DOOM, your reputation precedes you Wail 'til you crack and see what "weed" do, you dweeb you No pun intended, takes one to know one, well no - it's unscented Yo son, demented when them sent it from the other time Before everybody and they mother rhyme What a crime - beats is the same way Make 'em wanna hit the streets with the heat for a lame's pay Game day, flag on the play, improper helmet Drag on the suede from the gem drop of well spit He didn't listen, titty kissin', the city glistened Depending on what from what position you're sittin' In the pissy wind, is this thing whistlin'? Who let the spinnin', whisperin' djinn in? The Villain again? Without a doubt That's his name, don't play it out Or spray it, when you say it out your mouth Then gave him a cold shoulder for a hour And told him take a gold shower for fakin' funk, soul power Stocky, short and co*ky Looked like Apollo Kreig after he fought with Rocky Rhymed in a broken Eng-a-lish slang, not co*kney Thirteen, his first queen wore hot knock knees Had to tell her pops, yo stop co*kblockin', B Hold somethin' for your daily yay habit Then go, bada-bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit How 'bout the sicko say stab it? There's liquor in the cabinet and a slicker for the crab pit And Heineken, I told him much obliged friend What I gotta spend, if I only touch her thighs then? Why his eyes widened He didn't know your man had a nice surprise hidin' Took pride in ridin' in a sly wiseguy grin Real recognize real On the microphone or wheels of mechanized steel Please, at least respect your ideals How you got her walkin' along the stroll in high heels? He said her mamma was gettin' old God bless her poor soul, now no more drama is your role Straight to the head He know a lot of haters can't wait 'til he dead Lead to gold, like a ho to a strange whack housewife Only thing he know: it changes back though, how trife Rules is rules, don't go there Stay on sale like a old coat made of mohair Keep a snotty chicken on E, the Lone Ranger Why everybody always pickin on Danger? And DOOM, maybe it's him Called up my lady, told her baby it's slim Make me up a margarita, I need to take a swim Tell them kids remember school - if they let 'em out, cool But get the hell from out the pool (*BEEP!!*} [Master Shake] Hey {sh**head}, it's me again! And you know what? I just heard, IT'S ALL DONE NOW! And somehow, I guess you must have lost my number You know what?! YOU su*k! YOU su*k! YOUR MUSIC su*kS! AND I HATE YOUR su*kY STUPID METAL FACE! I hope you BURN, you're going DOWN This is the last big mistake, you'll ever make YOU su*k!!! I HATE YOUR GUTS! But, if there is another project in the future please keep me in mind Thank you {*phone hangs up*} [Verse 1 from Beef Rap] Beef rap, could lead to getting teeth capped Or even a wreath for ma dukes on some grief crap I suggest you change your diet It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease It ain't no starting back once arteries start to squeeze Take the easy way out phony, until then They know they wouldn't be talking that baloney in the bullpen So disgusting, pardon self as I discuss this They talk a wealth of sh** and they ain't never seen the justice Bust this, like a cold milk from out the toilet Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he'a boil it He be better off on PC glued And it's a feud so don't be in no TV mood Every week it's mystery meat, seaweed stewed (Food, we need food!)