Bada Bing – Danger Doom – letras

[MF Doom]Not a lot of blingWhen he do the thing, bada boom, bada bingFrom the womb to the tombGet that ricotta, bada bing, bada boomDoom, your reputation precedes youWail ’til you crack and see what « weed » do, you dweeb youNo pun intended, takes one to know one, will know – it’s unscentedYo son, demented when them sent it from the other timeBefore everybody and they mother rhymeWhat a crime – beats is the same wayMake ’em wanna hit the streets with the heat for a lame’s payGame day, flag on the play, improper helmetDrag on the suede from the gem drop of well spitHe didn’t listen, titty kissin the city glistenedDepending on what from what position you’re sittinIn the pissy wind, is this thing whistlin?Who let the spinnin whisperin djinn in?The Villain again? Without a doubtThat’s his name, don’t play it outOr spray it, when you say it out your mouthThen gave him a cold shoulder for a hourAnd told him take a gold shower, for fakin funk, soul power… stocky, short and cockyLooked like Apollo Creed after he fought with RockyRhymed in a broken english slang, not cockneyThirteen, his first queen wore hot knock kneesHad to tell her pops, yo stop cockblockin BHold somethin for your daily yay habitThen go, bada-bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbitHow ’bout the sicko say stab it?There’s liquor in the cabinet and a slicker for the craftedAnd Heineken, I told him much obliged friendWhat I gotta spend, if I only touch her thighs then?… why his eyes widenedHe didn’t know your man had a nice surprise hidinTook pride in ridin in a sly wiseguy grin… real recognize realOn the microphone, the wheels are mechanized steelPlease, at least respect your idealsHow you got her walkin along the stroll in high heels?He said her mamma was gettin oldGod bless her poor soul, now no more drama is your roleStraight to the headHe know a lot of haters can’t wait ’til he deadLead to go, like a ho, to a strange whack housewifeOnly thing he know will change his back do’, how trifeRules is rules, don’t go thereStay on sale like a old coat made of mohairKeep a snotty chicken on E, the Lone RangerWhy everybody always pickin on Danger?… and Doom, maybe it’s himCalled up my lady, told her baby it’s slimMake me up a margarita I need to take a swimTell them kids remember school – if they let ’em out, coolBut get the hell from out the pool(*BEEP!!*}[Master Shake]Hey {shithead}, it’s me again!And you know what? I just heard, IT’S ALL DONE NOW!And somehow, I guess you must have lost my numberYou know what?! YOU SUCK!YOU SUCK! YOUR MUSIC SUCKS!AND I HATE YOUR SUCKY STUPID METAL FACE!I hope you BURN, you’re going DOWNThis is the last big mistake, you’ll ever makeYOU SUCK!!! I HATE YOUR GUTS!…But, if there is another project in the future please keep me in mindThank you{*phone hangs up*}