Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song More Rhymin', artist - MF DOOM. Date of issue: 30.01.2014
Song language: English
More Rhymin' |
| More rhymin', pure diamond, tore hymen, poor timing |
| Raw lining, Paul Simon touring, I’m in |
| Boring typing, snoring pipe when hyper than four hypemen |
| Excited writing, trifling times ten |
| Long stay, songs play, gone haywire, wrong way |
| On the interstate, integrate all day |
| It’s just a small phase, that’s what them all say |
| Then fall prey in a mini-mall hallway |
| Meant to be sold, not told to friendly enemies |
| Remember these intentionally, empathy please |
| Silent moment, violent prone atonement |
| Miles a minute on a microphone, own rent, loan spent |
| No debt, has bet, fast get, cash jet |
| Master McSmash, Asterix stashed it last |
| Not least, pass the pot of hot grease |
| Geese shot, not easily spotted plot, cease snot release |
| Hold your insulting tongue and mark his words well |
| Or end up to the curb and shocked by third rail |
| Get the message by bird mail or turds flail |
| Villain man, best nerd male you heard wail |
| An absurd tale of books, nooks and crannies |
| Before she look, he have his fancy hooks in them granny panties |
| Or plan B, when in Rome, go back home |
| And get real dome from a well-known crack gnome |
| He talk to himself when he need someone to hate on |
| The black McCain campaign, negative debate-a-thon |
| Gone wrong on the song |
| Who’s zooming who? |
| Knew it was you DOOM all along |
| Ever since he first started the art, it’s been worth it |
| Soon to charter a stint on part of the Chitlin' Circuit |
| Word kid, get your ticket from the telepath |
| «Wicked, wicked, wicked» on electroencephalograph |
| Villain, nice to meet you |
| You born like this? |