Lyrics MF Doom – Hot Guacamole

MC Paul Barman:
I’m old school
This mic is my ProTool
I’m three apples high

MF Doom:
OK
Pass me your wallet
I’ll send help
Now who drank the last brew?
They turned off my cell again
The bill was way past due
Gosh, tell a friend
But don’t let ’em gas you
It’s all just hogwash
Now back to the castle

MC Paul Barman:
Where’s that?

MF Doom:
Parts unknown
When I’m home the seeds throw darts at the throne
No tart taste to the ho cakes
No jakes

MC Paul Barman:
NO BRAKES! Teach peace to the babies
We’re all the same

MF Doom:
At least for the ho’s sake

MC Paul Barman:
Stepped on an undisclosed rake

MF Doom:
Catch a nose-ache…
Y’all flows is fake

MC Paul Barman:
Yodle-eh-heee-WHO wants to be my protege?
Me, me too!
So parrot back it
I’m an underlined caret bracket
Greater than or equal to
But greater than four stars
Greater than straight-A report cards
Greater than poor sports in divorce courts or sports bars

MF Doom:
What’s your mission?

MC Paul Barman:
Making hundreds
Shaking blunders in this self ?
taking on fun-filled until…

MF Doom:
Done, chill
It ain’t all about the dollar bill
You could be dead broke and be a scholar still

MC Paul Barman:
That’s true
What question should I ask you?

MF Doom:
Uh… ‘What type-a ill type-a tricks do the mask do?’

MC Paul Barman:
Ok, what type-a ill type-a ill tricks do the mask do?

MF Doom:
The face plate remove and I give chicks tattoos

MC Paul Barman:
But then they can see your face!

MF Doom:
I make ’em look the other way
I almost caught a case off that same shit the other day
In Grady’s truck is where I first got lucky
In the 80’s, now I make the ladies say ‘Yucky!’ like Sandy

MC Paul Barman:
Bollocks, that old mustache is bull-snot

MF Doom:
On your bald spot

MC Paul Barman:
THAT WAS WHAT I CALL HOT!