MF DOOM - Bells of Doom lyrics

Who got the most whips gats an cash? If you ask the villain, he say who gives a rats a** Can't take it wit'choo you when you breathe ya last In the meanin in between pa** that gra** Give thanks, his rank is that of big stank dank He often'd time drank by the river bank An kept a silver shank, for a calm cat Always stayed strapped for hand to arm combat For DOOM the bell tolls Let them fools know ain't no more room in these hell holes It's filled up to the brim wit sold souls Crackheads dope fiends an 40's of ol' gold Hold up, the boldest who ever sold it Whoever dare roll up, prepare to get folded Like holly hobby, gosh golly gee The back of hector hoskerish's trolly red wash me Dag nabbit, the mask is like a chick magnet Some'll let you stab it for a nic' of the babbit They say he talk slick like Dick Cavett A fiend for the mic an can't kick it like a sick habit Give him a hero's holla Along wit more free dough than creeflow dolla Holy toledo how he make base on the today show They say he wear a mask in case his face show It's better than a stocking bird brain Find him on the corner rockin mockingbird lane He's a odd man grandma And she's a bad mamma-jamma either squeeze the damn hammer Or stop complainin, on the top he's remainin A lot of pop sensations need more proper home trainin The people say he's the nicest He only wants to be left alone to his own devices If the price is right he might sing a new smash Then laugh an twist his Rollie Fingers moustache Tear ya crew a new.. gash An prepare a new batch, of his own special herb goulash Villain, the dork who talk funny An he'll put one in ya, so watch where you walk money Like Semy say, do more boomers, they cure tumors And beware of the Doomsta