Gas Drawls - MF DOOM: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Gas Drawls

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[Verse 1]

By the way, I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fifties

Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like jiffy-pop-pop

In a instant get smoked like Winston cigarettes

Hoes get ripped off like Nicorette patch

In real life the real trife scene

Might snatch ya life like assault machine

Rifle, dead up setup like bull-fight

Be blunted how we like, couldn't white or in full flight

The unemotional, call me anti-social

On the run, off the gun, death tally commercial

Death valley is like rehearsal to the streets

To my peeps G-M, MF on the beat

Rhymes is chosen like the weapons of war

So keep from steppin' on my floor or delivery front door

I bring it to ya'll motherfuckers, master yours

My disaster cause hell in gas drawls

The Supervillain cooler than a million, I be chillin'

Still quick to slice squares like Sicilians

Don't make me have to hurt them feelings

I'll ruin you in the dirt that I be doin' in my dealings (While I'm)

Sendin' spirits through the ceilin', chrome peelin'

Dome blown within the comforts of your own home

Grown big wheelin' and high rollin'

I hold the lye, it keeps the sty on my eye swollen'

Holdin', foldin' the pal

Known as massive-versatile

I'd like to big-'em-up, monster isle

[Verse 2]

Um, yeah

I saw you in hell with them gas drawls

Mhm

[Verse 3]

To my brother Subroc and Black Ju

I crack brew for, two more, three men, two up

I hit the brew up like nobody knows how x the unseen feels

When giving crews a brush with death like between meals

Two times a day with brothers that's tight like a noose

With more rhymes in use than Dr. Seuss or motherfuckin' mother goose

X the suspicious flirter

Who every hooker heard of, next to malicious murda'

A track type vicious fulfillin' the pipe wishes

The misses may be legal minus the baby eagle

Any given summer's eve, don't breathe

Sixteen shots I do believe and one up the sleeve

Master of the O who predict ya'll last pause

I told y'all, hell and gas drawls

Breakin' glass and plastic jaw like federal drastic law

Fed up from fightin' Secret War wit' them Fantastic Four (Invisible bitch)

Versus DOOM wit' the metal face before I go to state

The ho better settle case

The flow is at pedal pace, steady like tricycles

Beware all suckas is froze like icicles (Bag 'em up)

And baggin' bitches like nickels

'Cause I licked 'em where they tickle, before I hit the clit though

I'ma split 'til I pronounce more hits than a ounce, no doubt

About to bounce, X the unannounced, I'm out

[Verse 4]

And I'd like to give a shoutout to the brother Jet Jaguar

Megalon and King Geedorah

I call this joint right here Gas Drawls

And to hell with yours

Written by: Daniel Dumile

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