Da Supafriendz - Vast Aire, MF DOOM

Give 'em some skin, a real country bumpkin

Get up off his property, the Villain, Fuzzy Lumpkins

Dumpin', enough raw lead to leave a forehead sunkin'

When he’s on tour, keep your paws off his pumpkin dumplin'

Town village nympho, now it’s all his though

The way she got down was far from privileged info

Break up to make up, wake up and smell the indo

Just from how she liked to show her belly button ring tho'

Couldn’t tell em nothin', 5200, Atari, or Sega

Test tube L’s with the lid, Garcia y Vega

His tongue is like a sword that’s mighty like a pen

And you ain’t seen nothin' like The Mighty Quinn

Alrighty Then!

Seal the deal with the shakin' of a hand

People’s catchin' feelings like it’s Making of the Band

Villain have your fake man, quakin' in his Vans

When he do a jam, fans break dancin' in the stands

Chances are, he’ll lose the battle and the war

Tryin' to go to shore with just a paddle and an oar

Oo, shucks, he should have known them two schmucks

Would have came through the game

Lame ducks, off beaucoup bucks

Yo, Metal Fingers, fix the beat with fire water

I advise all fathers to watch they daughters

It’s goin' down tonight

We got monster’s in the crowd, and they ready to fight

Metal Fingers, fix the beat with fire water

I advise all fathers to watch they daughters

You know we keep tricks up the sleeve

Comin' through with the Justice League (But you don’t hear me though)

I used to sew army patches on my favorite coat

BMX got your guns, old folks got soap

Homeless Sally from Cali cursed, cats in the alley

Sounds so foul, we washed our mouths out with soap

I came up with cats, that never be smilin'

I called DOOM he said meet him on Monsta Island

Where the girls look good

And them MC’s be whilin'

You can catch me in Valuer Suits, stylin'

With Lady Jaye holdin' hands with the Baroness

Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes don’t got nothin' on this

I got them Go Go Gadgets

So when the Cobra-La come through the floor

I’m puttin' snakes in baskets

We rhyme and do our thang

He’s like Stymie from Our Gang

Guitar twang, try me, and WHA DA DA DANG

I don’t think you want to know

Even if you still do

And want me to, I’ll tell you

But then I’d have to kill you

«WILL YOU?»

Please

It’s like a Grilled Cheese sammich

Gotta bring the butter or the bread’ll get damaged

Flip it, slice it, and give half to Vast Aire

If you ask nicely, and bring a glass

We’ll share the last beer, here

After the Cold Vein and Doomsday, we don’t need no pop

REVOLUTION, we hit cops with Judo Chops

All you see is red, black, and green

Know I’m down for my team

They killed Radio Raheem!

Now I want to smoke a blunt, you know, blow off some steam?

Open my mouth like Godzilla, and all you see is light beams

Now this rap shit ain’t all that it seems

You can leave it to the Supa Friendz to spill the beans