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Crosshairs
46.045
Hip-Hop/Rap
Crosshairs è stato pubblicato il 10 ottobre 2005 da Metalface Records come parte dell'album The Mouse & the Mask
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Data di uscita10 ottobre 2005
EtichettaMETALFACE Records
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM85

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DANGERDOOM
DANGERDOOM
Performer
MF DOOM
MF DOOM
Vocals
Danger Mouse
Danger Mouse
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Burton
Brian Burton
Songwriter
Daniel Dumile
Daniel Dumile
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Burton
Brian Burton
Producer

Testi

[Verse 1]
The fat is in the fire
A fryer made of chicken wire
Gettin' sick and tired of a friggin liar
Pelican, with some very soft mangoes
A closet full of skeletons
And terry cloth Kangols
Flew the coop
Before you hit it, let me warn you
She did a cool hula hoop
But don't get any on you
It's all a big scam
To make y'all eat pig ham
When he's on the mic
He's like the triggerman
Fig jam
[Verse 2]
DOOM, not to be confused with nobody
Especially
Since the flows he used is so nutty
Never too woozy to go study
Crews got no clues
Like old cruddy Officer McGillicuddy
[Verse 3]
Watch your six
He got a lot of more tricks
Lyrics, bricks, on sticks
Sure got raw nytics
It's a gift
Don't get shot for kicks
With the same slick he used to plot sick vics with
Spotted at a chick flick
Holdin hands
The other one on his swollen glands
A golden chance
That's why he kept them holes in his pants
Rollin' in a old van
Is what he told his stolen fans
[Verse 4]
Is that you?
True
Matched from hat to shoe
Snafu
Snatch any brew
LaBatts Blue
Black Jew like that's new
Patch me through
No latch attached
Scat, shoo, catch twenty-two
[Verse 5]
Super
He's loaded dice nice
And over priced
An arm and a leg
Owe him life or your ice
Villain, nag a grieving old hag
Snag a bragger by his mic cord
And leave him holding the bag
[Verse 6]
Come clean
A bunch of dumb mean creampuffs
A keen drum machine buff
Who fiends for more green stuff
Instead of starvin'
It be problems by the goo-gobs
Aight, somebody's robbing Lou Dobbs
And them tonight
[Verse 7]
And he's on the next flight
Moon bound
And makes it a point to stay away from the goon pound
Got some peers
That's gone in the lost years
Tears and cheers
Born in the crosshairs
[Verse 8]
Hey Mr. Thundercleese
What's that you were singing?
It is the robotic hymn of doom
Well, I always say
Nothin' livens up a robotic hymn of doom
Better than an amazing pair of jugs
Written by: Brian Burton, Daniel Dumile
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