Lyrics MF Doom – Vats Of Urine
Text:
Ignignokt
Behold y’all, the digital vats of urine
Err
Drink up bitches! Taste our liquid gold
Err, you must respect yourself
Ignignokt
Forst you wreck yourself
Err
Hey man, you made a rhyme!
Ignignokt
Yes it is for I am a rap God, from beyond the moon
MF Doom:
Everybody talkin ’bout pistols, gats is boring
He came with a new topic to flip you, vats of urine
All pro, check the stats, his style scorin
While you at it, double check that Cristal you’re pourin
Born of the pleads that needs a P in geniuses
Broads don’t see it, since they don’t got these, conveniences
Thank God she’s not a ho
In the studio when you gotta go, you gotta go
Before you flow, make sure you practice or you losin
You don’t wanna miss and let the cactus get to oozin
If any contestant splash, he’s disqualified
Even if one drip should slide down the bottle side
Put a bum in a even better pickle
Reality show, how far would you go, to get a nickel?
…let alone a buck
Listen by the window, you can hear him moanin — yuck!
Remember, tomorrow is garbage day
Once it gets ripened and fermented
It takes on a bouquet that I should say is naturally scented
Tempted by a empty can of Guinness
Or waitin until we get there, say two or three minutes
Yeah, when it’s fresh, it’s sterile
Some say digestible, even edible
If you was stranded out to sea, alone and in trouble
Survive dehydration, guzzle your own cup full
Some day, you may even show your son how
To use it to make potassium nitrate for gunpowder
Funded by friends of ours who’s generous
Join us next time when we discuss disgusting enemas
Err
He’s like a rap God
Err
He’s like a big log, that you find in your toilet
Ignignokt
Fo’ real!
Err
Bow down and suck his knees!
Ignignokt
And I am about to kick it all up in here
Err
Stand by for kicking!
Ignignokt
I am the kicker Err, not you
Ignignokt
You kick elsewhere
Err
This sucks man, I’m bored
Ignignokt
Me too!
