MF DOOM - Saliva lyrics

Great balls of fire Guess who just crawled out the muck or mire That could make you trust a motherf**in liar A real shuck n' jiver Vaughn never been a duck n' diver He spit on the mic, yuck, saliva Hold it like a drunk driver hold a CB on a sharp turn Still clutchin' his chest from the heartburn What's your handle? I need a Zantac, ock And thanks before I blank into anyphylactic shock Rock the disco Chocolate on a crisco ho co*k diesel And still tell a joke like Joe Piscopo Tell em the basics Basically, break the Matrix And just for kicks, make em gel like Asics That's why they actin standoffish Eat the beat by hand like canned raw crawfish Can you please pa** the co*ktail sauce? You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss Tell my horse He said broads call me Vaughny I make sure I throws em back if they's too scrawny Or boney, phony MCs use a stand-in Leave him hangin like if I ain't know where his hands been Hussy, how bout we bloody up your just for me Bust a knee Then go finish study, a plush degree True victory, a new sick story I never met a chick that was too thick for me Holy Moses, my old earth know me closest On how I played the back and stayed bent like scoliosis It's no puzzle You can ask Doc Zizmor The slow guzzle got your nizzle crooked like Biz's jaw Drink like a fishy, she wish she was a Pisces Live since back when 25 cents Icees Used to turn your tongue the color red Now they want to fill ya full of lead What the f** that young fella said? What kid? It's Vaughn the red blooded Do yourself a favor or come on, get head bu*ted Yoke him if he run I'll be there in a jiffy son With the flame suppressor like off the 151 Quit your b**hin, or get *BLAUW* in your babble-box Punishment for drysnitchin', so now eat this Travel Fox You'll be aight once it pa** through your yellow belly Only thing he said was can you please pa** the jelly h*mo say what? Like a promo play the cut On the late night, before you touch the mic, get your weight right A lot of crews like to act like a violent mob They really need to just shut the f** up like Silent Bob Either that or get smoked like hickory Should squash the beef and go wash their teeth quickly Know the stee, write a rhyme like a mystery And sign it on the bottom in calligraphy, "Your n***a, V"