Lyrics MF Doom – Open Mic Nite, Pt. 2

I get my weed from the best sources
I like it smooth not course like horse hooves
The weeds I smoke never touched by pesticides
To smoke that chem weed- simply suicide

Respect!
It’s V what the heck?
Y’all know who’s the best, might as well cut the check
They didn’t know the face, but by the name they knew him
Racist against rappers, they all look the same to him
They used to beg him not to egg them on Halloween
Told them holler back with the suede pumas, dollar green
Y’kna mean? heated up to the temperature tar boil
Y’all just gawk like gargoyle
Mind your manners- or be r.i.p
Local bartenders call him barfly V
He used they CDs as coasters, harrassed their street team
And graffitied up their posters
Don’t appear too drunk
Or let a stare turn into a «yeah, you- punk!»
Told the host «make sure he last, yo»
Any other order might be a fiasco
V flow like cash flow
On the first of the month
For broke niggas that’s thirst for the blunt
He kept a pocket full of poseys
Always had a rocket, why’s she so nosey?