Meat Grinder Lyrics

	作曲 : Dumile, Jackson
	(MF Doom)
	Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder
	Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft street minor
	China was a neat signer, trouble with the script digits
	Double dip/bubble lips, sorrow less midget
	Borderline schizoid, sort of fine tits tho
	Pour the wine hold the grind, quarter to nine, lets go
	Ever since ten eleven, glad she met a brethren
	Then his last style seven alligator, seven at the gates of heaven
	Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas
	Yes, no Villain, Metal Face the death stroke
	Guest shows, still incredible in escrow
	Just say hoe, I will taste the yayo, Wild West style fest, y'all best to
	lay low
	Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough
	Before the cheddar get away, you best to get Maaco
	The worst haters God on perpetrated are favors
	Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers
	... In all quad flavors, large savers
	Still back in the game like Jack Lalanne
	think you know the name, don't rack your brain
	on a fast track to half insane
	Either in a slow beat or that of speed or wrath of Kane
	Laughter, pain
	Doom's songs lit, in the booth, with the best host
	Doing bong hits, on the roof, in the west coast
	He's at it again
	Mad at the pen
	Glad that we win a tad fat in a bad hat for men
	Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers
	You can find the Villain in satin congas
	The vans screeches
	The old man preaches
	About the gold sand beaches
	The cold hand reaches
	For the old tan ellesse's
	... Jesus

	zuo qu : Dumile, Jackson
	MF Doom
	Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder
	Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft street minor
	China was a neat signer, trouble with the script digits
	Double dip bubble lips, sorrow less midget
	Borderline schizoid, sort of fine tits tho
	Pour the wine hold the grind, quarter to nine, lets go
	Ever since ten eleven, glad she met a brethren
	Then his last style seven alligator, seven at the gates of heaven
	Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas
	Yes, no Villain, Metal Face the death stroke
	Guest shows, still incredible in escrow
	Just say hoe, I will taste the yayo, Wild West style fest, y' all best to
	lay low
	Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough
	Before the cheddar get away, you best to get Maaco
	The worst haters God on perpetrated are favors
	Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers
	... In all quad flavors, large savers
	Still back in the game like Jack Lalanne
	think you know the name, don' t rack your brain
	on a fast track to half insane
	Either in a slow beat or that of speed or wrath of Kane
	Laughter, pain
	Doom' s songs lit, in the booth, with the best host
	Doing bong hits, on the roof, in the west coast
	He' s at it again
	Mad at the pen
	Glad that we win a tad fat in a bad hat for men
	Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers
	You can find the Villain in satin congas
	The vans screeches
	The old man preaches
	About the gold sand beaches
	The cold hand reaches
	For the old tan ellesse' s
	... Jesus

	zuò qǔ : Dumile, Jackson
	MF Doom
	Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder
	Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft street minor
	China was a neat signer, trouble with the script digits
	Double dip bubble lips, sorrow less midget
	Borderline schizoid, sort of fine tits tho
	Pour the wine hold the grind, quarter to nine, lets go
	Ever since ten eleven, glad she met a brethren
	Then his last style seven alligator, seven at the gates of heaven
	Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas
	Yes, no Villain, Metal Face the death stroke
	Guest shows, still incredible in escrow
	Just say hoe, I will taste the yayo, Wild West style fest, y' all best to
	lay low
	Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough
	Before the cheddar get away, you best to get Maaco
	The worst haters God on perpetrated are favors
	Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers
	... In all quad flavors, large savers
	Still back in the game like Jack Lalanne
	think you know the name, don' t rack your brain
	on a fast track to half insane
	Either in a slow beat or that of speed or wrath of Kane
	Laughter, pain
	Doom' s songs lit, in the booth, with the best host
	Doing bong hits, on the roof, in the west coast
	He' s at it again
	Mad at the pen
	Glad that we win a tad fat in a bad hat for men
	Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers
	You can find the Villain in satin congas
	The vans screeches
	The old man preaches
	About the gold sand beaches
	The cold hand reaches
	For the old tan ellesse' s
	... Jesus

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