Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kon Queso, artist - MF DOOM. Album song MM..FOOD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.11.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Kon Queso |
…Give it a sec for the pain to start |
This wreck right here it ain’t for the faint of heart |
They thought they saw the worst verse |
From the team of G men who seem like nerds at first |
Once they get to know us people dig us Leaders in the fight for equal rights for niggaz |
Inventor of the more demented flow nobody doubt it This go for if ya bout it bout it or rowdy rowdy |
Whatevers clever the master fold |
Who every hooka heard a but now HO NO If we see tomorrow the next day classes |
The villain in the back with the x-ray glasses (*Pause*) |
Have no fear the ninja here |
Feel em like the tinge in ya ear from drinkin ginger beer |
When it’s on loco head gon’lay low |
And heat it like beef patty coco bread con queso |
If you say so lace the whole case load |
They say he wear a metal mask in case his face show |
He told em they flows is bitch talk and ayo’s |
His whole crew walk with pitchfork and halo’s |
Say OH if you never worked a J-O |
And keep more cash then a stash in a peso |
Okay yo ya’ll know who to follow |
Tie em up in the crib and leave the place hollow |
.Oh shoot the goose shes loose |
So wild you couldnt chase it down with straight fruit juice |
Frown like the first time you taste cous cous |
Stash the deuce deuce |
Troops askin truce truce |
Today on intense wreck week |
We have the super villain in his own defense to speak |
It’s all part of my mental techniques |
Available to freaks and pencil neck geeks |
Train the same brain to a insane train of thought |
On a campaign trail he came to gain ya support |
Charge cash for a autograph |
Say some shit to make ya daughta laugh |
Then slaughta the ass |
Seem em on the big screen like Steve McQueen |
Do something and never be back once he leave the scene |
Keep more medicated pads then Stridex |
For his own sidewrecks with no known side effects |
Before you press charges use ya noodle |
So what when he grab the mic he scratch ya cute cuticles |
Keep ya mouth shut everything’ll be beautiful |
It would be often rude to you now get back to ya hooty hoo |
Damnit it ain’t worth the drama can it From the calm bandit eat rhymers like pomegranate |
Soon as he stepped in he lit the room |
Boom reschedule my noon with Britt Hume (Doom!) |
In love with Mary Jane she’s my main thing |
Pulled her right from that webhead what a lame brain |
Maintain say it dont spray it Wanna see ya girl again ya might as well pay it If I had a dime for every rhymer who bust guns |
I’ll have a cool mill for my sons in trust funds |
When I was broker than a broke dick dog |
I always kept a L to smoke in thick fog |
When it rain it sure do thunderstorm |
I got more rhymes in the summer than musty underarms |
One two microphone checker |
First learned to neck off a Home-Ec homewrecker |
This is back when he was like crib age |
When he hit the stage its like a gauge to the rib cage |
Break the mic like a rock star break a guitar |
Jump off the stage like Yee haw! |