Текст (слова) песни: MF Doom - Beef Rapp

[MF Doom]
Beef rap
Could lead to gettin teeth capped
Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap
I suggest ya change ya diet
It can lead ta high blood pressure if ya fry it
Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
It ain`t no startin back once arteries start ta squeeze
Take the easy way out phony, until then
They know they wouldn`t be talkin that bologna in the bullpen
So disgustin, pardon self as I discuss this
They talk a wealth of shit 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!]

He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh
A rather ugly brother with flows that`s gorgeous
Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit
They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit
Her bra smell, his card say: aw hell
Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel`
Keep a cooker where the jar fell
And keep a cheap hooker that`s off the hook like Ma Bell
Top bleeding, maybe fella took the loaded rod gears
Stop feeding babies colored sugar-coated lard squares
The odd pairs swears and God fears
Even when it`s rotten, we`ve gotten through the hard years
I wrote this note around New Year`s
Off a couple a shots and a few beers, but who cares?
Enough about me, it`s about the beats
Not about the streets and who food he about ta eat
A rhymin cannibal who`s dressed to kill, it`s cynical
Whether is it animal, vegetable, or mineral
It`s a miracle how he get so lyrical
And proceed to move the crowd like a old Negro spiritual
For a mil` do a commercial for Mello Yello
Tell `em devil`s hell no, sell y`all own Jello
We hollow krills, she swallow pills
He follow flea collar three dollar bills
And squeal for halal veal, in y`all appeal
Dig the real, it`s how the big ballers deal
Twirl a L after every meal [FOOD]

What up
To all rappers shut up with ya shuttin up
And keep your shirt on, at least a button up
Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin males?
Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales
They chippin nails, Doom... jippin scales
Let alone the pre-orders that`s counted off shippin sales
This one goes out to all my peoples skippin bail
Dippin jail, whippin tail, and sippin ale
Light the doobie til it glow like a ruby
After which they couldn`t find the Villain like Scooby
He`s in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit
Overproof drunk shit, and who`da thunk it?
Punk try an ask why ours be better
It could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater
Yes, you, who`s screwed by the dude on the CD, nude! [we need food!]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: MF Doom - Beef Rapp [MF Doom] Beef rap Could lead to gettin teeth capped Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap I suggest ya change ya diet It can lead ta high blood pressure if ya fry it Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease It ain`t no startin back once arteries start ta squeeze Take the easy way out phony, until then They know they wouldn`t be talkin that bologna in the bullpen So disgustin, pardon self as I discuss this They talk a wealth of shit 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!] He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh A rather ugly brother with flows that`s gorgeous Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit Her bra smell, his card say: aw hell Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel` Keep a cooker where the jar fell And keep a cheap hooker that`s off the hook like Ma Bell Top bleeding, maybe fella took the loaded rod gears Stop feeding babies colored sugar-coated lard squares The odd pairs swears and God fears Even when it`s rotten, we`ve gotten through the hard years I wrote this note around New Year`s Off a couple a shots and a few beers, but who cares? Enough about me, it`s about the beats Not about the streets and who food he about ta eat A rhymin cannibal who`s dressed to kill, it`s cynical Whether is it animal, vegetable, or mineral It`s a miracle how he get so lyrical And proceed to move the crowd like a old Negro spiritual For a mil` do a commercial for Mello Yello Tell `em devil`s hell no, sell y`all own Jello We hollow krills, she swallow pills He follow flea collar three dollar bills And squeal for halal veal, in y`all appeal Dig the real, it`s how the big ballers deal Twirl a L after every meal [FOOD] What up To all rappers shut up with ya shuttin up And keep your shirt on, at least a button up Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin males? Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales They chippin nails, Doom... jippin scales Let alone the pre-orders that`s counted off shippin sales This one goes out to all my peoples skippin bail Dippin jail, whippin tail, and sippin ale Light the doobie til it glow like a ruby After which they couldn`t find the Villain like Scooby He`s in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit Overproof drunk shit, and who`da thunk it? Punk try an ask why ours be better It could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater Yes, you, who`s screwed by the dude on the CD, nude! [we need food!] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Beef Rapp: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/15632.html Все тексты песен: MF Doom » MF Doom - Hey! » MF Doom - Saliva » MF Doom - Entrees: Kookies » MF Doom - Appetizers: One Beer » MF Doom - Dead Bent » MF Doom - Gas Drawls » MF Doom - The Finest » MF Doom - Deep Fried Frenz » MF Doom - Red & Gold » MF Doom - Favorite Ladies » MF Doom - Entrees: Kon Karne » MF Doom - Is He Ill? » MF Doom - Doomsday » MF Doom - Kon Queso » MF Doom - Meat Grinder » MF Doom - Raedawn » MF Doom - Hoe Cakes » MF Doom - Entrees: Vomitspit » MF Doom - Greenbacks » MF Doom - Beef Rapp Рекомендуем скачать: » Филипп Киркоров - Будь, что будет » Фабрика - Он » Филипп Киркоров - Мне мама тихо говорила » Филипп Киркоров - Влюбленный и безумно одинокий » Федоров Виктор - Романс надежды » Фристайл - Целуй меня горячей » Фристайл - Парусник белый » Феликс Даллада - День за днем... » Фактор2 - Для тебя » Фимiам - Музыка » Фабрика - Мыльные пузыри » Фабрика звезд-5 - Mamma Mia » Фабрика Звезд - Танцы-обниманцы » Фидошные песни - Типа Алсу "Фидошный Сон" » Фактор2 - Здравствуй, дорогая мама » Фидошные песни - Windows95 sucks » Филипп Киркоров - С глаз долой, из сердца вон... » Фактор2 - Война » Фролова Елена - Как долго мы жили, об этом не знаем » Филипп Киркоров - Марина
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