Lyrics MF Doom – That’s That

Cornish hens switchin positions, auditionin’ mortitions
saw it in a vision, ignorin prison
Ignoramuses enlist and sound dumb
Found em drowned in cows dung, crowds flung
Rings a tinkerbell, sing for things that’s frail as a fingernail
Bring a scale, stale ginger lingers
Seven figures invigor
Nigga, fresh from out the jail, alpha male
Sickest ninja injury this century, enter plea
Lend sympathy to limper Simple Simon rhyming emcees
Trees is free, please leave a key
These meager fleas, he’s the breeze
And she’s the bees knees for sheez
G’s of G’s
Seize property, shopper sprees, chop the cheese
Drop the bris to stop diseases, gee wiz pa!
DOOM rock grandma like the kumbaya!
Mama was a hole hoppa, papa was a rolling stone
Star like Obama, pull a card like oh drama!
Civil liberties
These little titties abilities riddle me, middle C
Give a MC a rectal hysterectomy
Electron removal of the bowls, foul technically
Don’t expect to see the recipe
Until we receive the check as well as the collection fee
More wreck than section Z

What you expect to get for free? Shit from me, history
The key, plucked it off mayor
Chucked it in the ol tar pit off La Brea, player
They say he’s gone too far
DOOM’ll catch em after Jumar on cue lacka!!
Do what’cha gotta do, grarrrr
The rumours are not true, got two ma
No prob, got the job, hot barred heart throb
Scotch Guard the bar the with cotton swabs, dart lob
Bake a cake, sweet
Jamaica trade in treats on the beach make a skeet til her feets meet

Can it be I stayed away too long?
Did you miss these rhymes when I was gone?
As you listen to these crazy tracks
Check them stats then you know where I’m at
And that’s that