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Beef Rapp
MF DOOM
Beef Rapp

He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh

A rather ugly brother with flows that’s gorgeous

Drop dead joints, hit the whips like bird shit

They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit

Her bra smell, his card say:,“aw hell”

Barred from all bars and kicked out the carvel

Keep a cooker where the jar fell

And keep a cheap hooker that’s off the hook like Ma Bell

Top bleeding, maybe fella took the loaded rod gears

Stop feeding babies colored sugar-coated lard squares

The odd pairs swears and God fears

Even when it’s rotten, we’ve gotten through the hard years

I wrote this note around New Year’s

Off a couple a shots and a few beers, but who cares?

Enough about me, it’s about the beats

Not about the streets and who food he about to eat

A rhymin cannibal who’s dressed to kill, it’s cynical

Whether is it animal, vegetable, or mineral

It’s a miracle how he get so lyrical

And proceed to move the crowd like a old Negro spiritual

For a mil’ do a commercial for Mello Yello

Tell ‘em devil’s hell no, sell y'all own Jello

We hollow krills, she swallow pills

He follow flea collar three dollar bills

And squeal for halal veal, in y'all appeal

Dig the real, it’s how the big ballers deal

Twirl a L after every meal.

I wrote this note around new years off a couple'a shots and a few beers. But who cares...
What up
To all rappers: shut up with ya shuttin up
And keep your shirt on, at least a button up
Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin males?
Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales
They chippin nails, Doom... jippin scales
Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off shippin sales
This one goes out to all my peoples skippin bail
Dippin jail, whippin tail, and sippin ale
What up? To all rappers shut up with ya shuttin’ up. And keep your shirt on, at least a button up. Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin’ males?. Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales. They chippin’ nails, Doom… jippin’ scales. Let alone the pre-orders that’s counted off shippin’ sales. This one goes out to all my peoples skippin’ bail. Dippin jail, whippin’ tail, and sippin’ ale.
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MF Doom

Beef Rapp