| Song | Vomitspit |
| Artist | MF Doom |
| Album | MM...FOOD |
| 作词 : Doom The Metal Fing ... | |
| IT's the beat | |
| He hear it in his sleep sometimes | |
| Blare it in your jeep so your peoples can stare at them rhymes | |
| Real rhymes not your everyday hologram | |
| Even when ribs was touchin never swallowed the Ham | |
| He'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad | |
| It might need salt like your mans bland ballad | |
| A lot of stuff happens that the news won't tell youse | |
| Blues on L juice | |
| Snooze all hell loose | |
| Rake it | |
| Take it like the good, the bad, the ugly | |
| Break it rollin through ya hood in the cadi buggy | |
| Butter softly, leather flossy, fatty juggy | |
| Always threw me off when she told me daddy funk me | |
| I'm like anywho's | |
| Seeds walkin all out in street with out any shoes | |
| I guess it's better than some funky socks | |
| You need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pocks | |
| Instead she wanna hear the beatbox | |
| Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock | |
| Sing it | |
| Bring it back to your laboratory | |
| While he's in his oratory | |
| Glorious like a horror story | |
| The mask is like Jason | |
| They told the place not to let the basket type case in | |
| He could be some kind of wacko | |
| Waiting for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack hoe | |
| He busted in | |
| Blessed be the lord | |
| Who believe any mess then read up on the message board | |
| If so I got bridges for the low low | |
| Same bitch a go dry snitchin to the popo | |
| Here orange peal stoges for the whole tier | |
| Feel like I have been gone over a year came home to old gear | |
| It was the shit when I first scooped it | |
| At least I get to sit out in New York and curse stupid | |
| Plead the fifth | |
| Sip wine stiffly | |
| Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy | |
| Gift for the grind | |
| Criminal mind shifty | |
| Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty | |
| Well edjumacated he heard it when he meditated | |
| In deep data, had her hate the create plata | |
| Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data | |
| Sage stayed self medicated to sleep later | |
| Side effects is similar to sugar pill | |
| Who eva go next on the mic he put a bugger ewwww | |
| And made his exit on some calm shit | |
| Begged him on the regular for kegs of more Vomitspit |
| zuò cí : Doom The Metal Fing ... | |
| IT' s the beat | |
| He hear it in his sleep sometimes | |
| Blare it in your jeep so your peoples can stare at them rhymes | |
| Real rhymes not your everyday hologram | |
| Even when ribs was touchin never swallowed the Ham | |
| He' d rather eat a sand sandwich salad | |
| It might need salt like your mans bland ballad | |
| A lot of stuff happens that the news won' t tell youse | |
| Blues on L juice | |
| Snooze all hell loose | |
| Rake it | |
| Take it like the good, the bad, the ugly | |
| Break it rollin through ya hood in the cadi buggy | |
| Butter softly, leather flossy, fatty juggy | |
| Always threw me off when she told me daddy funk me | |
| I' m like anywho' s | |
| Seeds walkin all out in street with out any shoes | |
| I guess it' s better than some funky socks | |
| You need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pocks | |
| Instead she wanna hear the beatbox | |
| Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock | |
| Sing it | |
| Bring it back to your laboratory | |
| While he' s in his oratory | |
| Glorious like a horror story | |
| The mask is like Jason | |
| They told the place not to let the basket type case in | |
| He could be some kind of wacko | |
| Waiting for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack hoe | |
| He busted in | |
| Blessed be the lord | |
| Who believe any mess then read up on the message board | |
| If so I got bridges for the low low | |
| Same bitch a go dry snitchin to the popo | |
| Here orange peal stoges for the whole tier | |
| Feel like I have been gone over a year came home to old gear | |
| It was the shit when I first scooped it | |
| At least I get to sit out in New York and curse stupid | |
| Plead the fifth | |
| Sip wine stiffly | |
| Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy | |
| Gift for the grind | |
| Criminal mind shifty | |
| Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty | |
| Well edjumacated he heard it when he meditated | |
| In deep data, had her hate the create plata | |
| Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data | |
| Sage stayed self medicated to sleep later | |
| Side effects is similar to sugar pill | |
| Who eva go next on the mic he put a bugger ewwww | |
| And made his exit on some calm shit | |
| Begged him on the regular for kegs of more Vomitspit |