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 bumba claat
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

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Written by: Daniel Thompson, Dwight Farrell

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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

Hailey Williams

@AudiosurfDocumentor 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


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


@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

Ej Fernandez

F-150 is quad cab but I’ll be straight

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Bounty Hunter Coub

RIP DOOM, we'll all miss you dearly.

Two Tone Cloud



big facts man 🤝

Daxton Keaton

@Phillip Ephraim Definitely, I've been using Flixzone for since november myself :D

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