More Soup (feat. MF Doom)

More soup witcha meal... Doom: No cream, no sugar, Moka Only Choke the microphone the way he loc to choke a phony, won't he Told em play ya station like a broken Sony Tenderoni 'fore(?) she know me come and stroke the pony That good lovin' deserves an encore and a Tony Brats in the hood muggin, they want more roberoni(?) Chachi needs to watch his bony skinny Joney Villain finna fattin her up with Minestroni Been grown, Chrome ally skin tone While he rock the enzone, tap your toe a thin bone The choice is yours alone. Came for the throne, and to get the game sewn. Doom name known as the don for sure, troop And he won't show his face or sponsor your group He sneak up and throw you for a loop She peeped up, speak up if you want some more soup. Moka Only: New sues again, who do's crews again Who's too smooth, whose flues want (?) with them No surprise, no news to him Here's a light bulb now how many of you screw this in I do better when there's less team effort Went from old blue sweater, I'ma less clean dresser Full circle, back to the grind war(?) Mic by the mirror, I'm the best I ever saw record. Mok and Doom get it sewn like an open wound Two scientists up in the lab will make it go Kaboom! And said don't mix those two properties together Prob'ly end up with some empty eye sockets or whatever I'm only here to hunt pleasure like some treasure Never from a wack pack of bitches like the Heathers After this you better hone for some loot You freaks with the funk'll make me want some more soup More soup witcha meal...