Rhymes Like Dimes

Yo, yo, yo, y'all can't stand right here

In his right hand was your man's worst nightmare

Loud enough to burst his right eardrum close-range

The game is not only dangerous, but it's most strange

I sell rhymes like dimes

The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times

Joker rhymes, like the "Is you just happy to see me?" trick

Classical slap-stick rappers need Chapstick

A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show

So I give 'em something to remember, like the Alamo

Tally-ho! A high Joker like Spades game

Came back from five year layin' and stayed the same

Sayin' - electromagnetic feeling blocks all logic, Spock

And G- shocks her biological clock

When I hit it, slit her to the shitter, thought I killed her goose

Her Power-Use was pure Brita water, filtered juice

Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe wit' 'im

Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write wit' 'im

Never seen the shit again, but he's still my dunny

Only thing that come between us is krill and money

I sell rhymes like dimes

The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times

Better rhymes make for better songs, and that is not

If you got a lot of what it takes just to get along

Surrender now or suffer serious setbacks

Got get-back, connects wet-back, get stacks

Even if you gots to get jet-black, head to toe

To get the dough, battle for bottles of Mo' or 'dro

This rhyme flow take practice like Tae Bo with Billy Blanks

"Oh, you're too kind!" "Really? Thanks."

To the gone and lost forever like "O My Darling Clementine"

He hold his heart when he tellin' rhymes

When it's his time, I hope his soul go to Heaven

He's nasty like the old time Old Number Seven

You still taste it when you chase it with the Coca-Cola

Make you wish they coulda erased out the Motorola

I told her - no credit for it back

If you want what they got, then go get it, it's all gak

Only in America could you find a way to make a healthy buck

And still keep your attitude on self-destruct

A lot of them sound like they in a talent show

So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo

Tally-ho! High Joker like Spades game

Came back from five years layin' - stayed the same

Sayin' - electromagnetic field will block all logic, Spock

And G-shock her biological clock

When I hit her, slit her to the shitter, thought I killed her goose

Her Power-Use was pure Brita water, filtered juice

Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe wit' 'im

Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write wit' 'im

Never seen the shit again, but he still my dunny

Only thing that come between us, is krill and money

We sell rhymes like dimes

The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times

Check it out, ch'all! Ya don't stop! Keep on, to the sure shot!

Huh-ha!

Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh!

Yeah, you're listening to the buttery slickness

The Land-O-Lakes from my man MF Doom!

Ha ha ha ha! Yeah!

Rock-shockin' the house, with another nugget

Uh-uh-ah, eh, oh, ah, hoo-wee!

Yeah!

Regulation status, right here, Fondle 'Em Recordings

1999

Yeah!

Now what are you 'posed to say on the end of records?

I don't know! Yeah!

Whoo! Yeah!

Mashed potatoes

Applesauce

Buttery... biscuits

And I get lost

A yes, yes, yes y'all

You don't stop

Keep on... a' to the breakadawn

Say what?

Uh!

Yeah!

You thought it all was over!

You thought the song was over!

Ah! We tricked you, we tricked you

Ha ha ha ha... Whoo!

You're listening to www.hairline.com

MF Doom, Cool Bob Love...