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Potholderz feat. Count Bass D
MF DOOM Lyrics


I strive to be humble, lest I stumble
Never sold a jumbo or copped chicken with its mumbo sauce
Tyson is a fowl holocaust
Hitler gassed your whole head up with poultry, I'm fed up
Ignore cordon bleu, stand up get up
Lunge for your knife, don't forget your potholders

These old things
About to throw 'em away
With the gold rings that make em don't fit like OJ
Usually I take them off with Oil of Olay
MCs is crabs in a barrel, pass the Old Bay
Hot as hell and it's a cold day in it
Working on a way that we can roll away tinted
Some say the price of holding heat is often too high
You either be in a coffin or you be the new guy
The one that's too fly to eat shoo pie
Never too busy when it comes down to you and I
Swear to God
A lot of niggas wish to die
They need to hold they horses
There's bigger fish to fry
You're on the list, if not pick a number spot
Ten and a half Timbs is made to kick your bombaclat
I could have had a V-8
F-150 quad cab but I'll be straight
Money comes and goes like that two bit hussy that night that tried to rush me
Dwight pass the dutchie
So I can calm down so they don't get it twisted
Take it from the fire side it won't get blistered
Got it, what happened
Oh, it's not lit
These metal fingers be holding hot shit

When I was four I pen god was born in New York
Back in seventy seven still got nan in the crescent
The effervescent of God's presence is thick
Unlike vapor, escarole, extra roll, word to the baker
Peace to the hard workin' ginger bread makers
Looked her up and down said hmmm too much makeup
Poor music taste, ten years from being grown up
Rappers don't blow up heads do
My name is Dwight Spitz, I'mma Sonic addict
I use to think it was merely a nagging habit
Born under a bad sign
I'm serious about this curse of mine
I strive to flip it into fine wine
Barely born a Virgo is what the stars said
Black not white, red all over though like Elmo
Twenty-eight years have passed I feel I'm peaking
I make music every weekend
It's a chore, a fact of life
A labor of love
I get mad love but I detest the labor
And it's wages, you know death
I'm servin' life on this gift of God
Don't forget your potholders my niggas

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Daniel Thompson, Dwight Farrell

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Brian

ntro]
(Hot shit) (aww shit)

[Verse 1: Count Bass D]
I strive to be humble, lest I stumble
Never sold a jumbo or copped chicken with its mumbo
Sauce, Tyson is a fowl holocaust
Hitler gassed your whole head up with poultry, I'm fed up
Ignore cordon bleu, stand up, get up
Lunge for your knife, don't forget your potholders
(Hot shit)

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
What, these old things? About to throw 'em away
With the gold rings that make 'em don't fit like OJ
Usually I take them off with Oil of Olay
MCs is crabs in a barrel, pass the Old Bay
Hot as hell and it's a cold day, innit?
Working on a way that we can roll away tinted
Some say the price of holding heat is often too high
You either be in a coffin or you be the new guy
The one that's too fly to eat shoo pie
Never too busy when it comes down to you and I
(Swear to God) A lot of niggas wish to die
They need to hold they horses, there's bigger fish to fry
You're on the list, if not, pick a number spot
Ten and a half Timbs is made to kick your bumba claat
I coulda had a V-8
F-150 quad cab but I'll be straight
Money comes and goes like that two bit hussy
That night that tried to rush me, Dwight, pass the dutchie
So I can calm down so they don't get it twisted
Take it from the fire side, it won't get blistered
Got it, what happened? Oh, it's not lit
These metal fingers be holding (hot shit)
Verse 3: Count Bass D]
When I was four, I penned "God Was Born In New York"
Back in '77, still got nan in the crescent
The effervescence of God's presence is thick
Unlike vapor, Esther Rolle, extra raw, word to the baker
Peace to the hardworkin' gingerbread makers
Looked her up and down said, "Hmm, too much makeup"
Poor music taste, ten years from being grown up
Rappers don't blow up heads do (aww shit)
My name is Dwight Spitz, I'mma Sonic addict
I use to think it was merely a nagging habit
Born under a bad sign, I'm serious about this curse of mine
I strive to flip it into fine wine
Barely born a virgin is what the stars said
Black not white, red all over though like Elmo
Twenty-eight years have passed, I feel I'm peaking
I make music every weekend
It's a chore, a fact of life, a labor of love
I get mad love but I detest the labor
And its wages, you know death
I'm servin' life from this gift of God
Don't forget your potholders, my niggas (more hot shit)

[Outro]
A short time later



All comments from YouTube:

Austin L

never gonna forget being 16, 17 with a fresh license and a pickup, crusing around in the heat of summer with the windows down, blasting this shit till the plastic panels rattled and I finally felt like living life was worth it
I felt like I was going to finally make it
love you always and forever DOOM
thanks for the memories

YukonJack

@Hyuno I've been listening to DOOM almost as long as you've been alive. I can tell you, his loss is still felt so much. Even just typing this is bringing me to tears. There will never be another DOOM.

Hailey Williams

@AudiosurfArchive lol what 😅 what does nav have to do with that I’m not depressed I’m thriving in life and right now the happiest just cause your old doesn’t mean u gotta hate on it lol

AudiosurfArchive

@Hailey Williams tfw fucking NAV is in your "good-ol-days" memories; no wonder there's so much depression/anxieties in our generations.

AudiosurfArchive

@Hyuno Keep up the good work youngblood.
Peep Ametsub "Nothings Of The North," Filmmaker "Nocturnal" and Daisuke Tanabe "Before I Forget" my man.

Hailey Williams

Yeo facts same chillin in the bros garage smoking up laughing talking about life bumpin Joey badass, mf, nav, pro era….. those were the days man

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Bounty Hunter Coub

RIP DOOM, we'll all miss you dearly.

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We Island

word!!

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