Beef Rapp (Explicit)

Beef Rapp (Explicit) - MF Doom

Lyrics by：Daniel Dumile

Produced by：MF DOOM

Now I haven't eaten all day

How am I gonna do this man?

Yeah don't wait for her man don't wait for her

I'll tell you what man

Come with me now and you know

I'll get you some lunch I'll hook you up with something

I got a little bank y'know no problem

I hear you that's cool

Alright?

It's cool

Man can't you guys just wait here about a half hour man?

Yo I'll be back man

I'm just gonna munch up a little bit man I'm pretty hungry

Yo let him come back

Here you will find food for your body

As well as comfort for your troubled mind

I'd really like some soup

Bread and butter

Of course my friend

What happened to your hand?

Ah nothing

Oh food at last

How did they get here?

Regular storage procedure the same as the other food

What other food?

Fish

Food

Protein

Fast for ya

Now what happened?

Well the cop got

The next morning I went to the store to get some food

Bread and butter

They arrested me

I'll save you

Thank you

Would you like a snack?

Thanks for the drink

Operation: Doomsday complete

All your intercoms casualty and damage testing

Enough

You talk of the people's rights

The people have only those rights which I choose to give them

And that is for their own good believe me

I do DOOM

They disappoint me they must work faster

But the prisoner

Ah yes the young traitor who has tried to turn my people against me

Watch him I have special plans for that one

Beef rap could lead to gettin' teeth capped

Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap

I suggest a change of diet

It could lead to high blood pressure if you fry it

Or even a stroke heart attack heart disease

It ain't no starting back once arteries start to squeeze

Take the easy way out phony until then

They know they wouldn't be talkin' that baloney in the bullpen

So disgusting pardon self as I discuss this

They talk a wealth of **** and they ain't ever seen injustice

Bust this like a cold milk from out the toilet

Two batteries some Brillo and some foil he'll boil it

You'd be better off in PC glued

And it's a feud so don't be in no TV mood

Every week it's mystery meat seaweed stewed

Food we need food

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 ****

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 pair 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 of shots and a few beers but who cares?

Enough about me it's about the beats

Not about the streets and who food he 'bout to eat

A rhyming cannibal who's dressed to kill and 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 devils "Hell no sell y'all own Jello"

We hollowed krills she swallowed pills

He followed flea-collared three-dollar bills

And squealed for halal veal

If y'all appeal dig the real

It's how the big ballers deal

We twirl a L after every meal

Food

What up?

To all rappers shut up with your shuttin' up

And keep a shirt on at least a button-up

Yuck is they rhymers or stripper males?

Out-of-work jerks since they shut down Chippendales

They chippin' nails Doom tippin' scales

Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off shipping sales

This one goes out to all my people skippin' bail

Dippin' jail whippin' tail and sippin' ale

Light the doobie till it glow like a ruby

After which they couldn't find the villain like Scooby

He's in the lab on some old Buddha monk ****

Overproof drunk **** but who'da thunk it?

Punk try and ask why ours be better

'Could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater

Yes you who's screwed by the dude on the CD nude

We need food