Crosshairs – Danger Doom – letras

[MF Doom]The fat is in the fire, a fryer made of chicken wireGettin sick and tired of a friggin liarPelican, with some very soft mangoesA closet full of skeletons and terry cloth KangolsFlew the coop, before you hit it let me warn youShe did a cool hula-hoop, but don’t get any on youIt’s all a big scam, to make y’all eat pig hamWhen he’s on the mic he’s like the triggerman, fig jamDoom, not to be confused with nobodyEspecially, since the flows he used was so nuttyNever too woozy to go study, crews got no cluesLike old cruddy Officer McGillicuddyWatch your six, he got a lot of more tricksLyrics, bricks, on sticks sure got raw-nyticsIt’s a gift, don’t get shot for kicksWith the same slick used to plot sick vicks withSpotted at a chick flick, holdin handsThe other one on his swollen glands, a golden chanceThat’s why he kept them holes in his pantsRollin in a old van, is what he told his stolen fansIs that you true? Matched from hat to shoeSnafu, snatch any brew, LaBatt’s BlueBlack jew like that’s new, patch me throughNo latch attached, skat shoo, catch twenty-twoSuper, he’s loaded dice niceAnd overpriced, a arm and a leg; homey life or your iceVillain, nag a grieving old hagSnag a bragger by his mic cord and leave him holding the bagCome clean, a bunch of dumb mean cream puffsA keen drum machine buff, who fiends for more green stuffInstead of starvin there be problems by the goo gobsAight – somebody’s robbin Lou Dobbs and them tonightAnd he’s on the next flight, moon boundAnd makes it a point to stay away from the goon poundGot some peers, that’s gone in the lost yearsTears and cheers, born in the crosshairs{*Thundercleese sings*}[Brak]Hey Mr. Thundercleese!What’s that you were singing?[Thundercleese]It is the Robotic Hymn of Doom[Brak]Well I always sayNuttin livens up a Robotic Hymn of Doombetter than AN AMAZING PAIR OF JUGS!