MF Doom - Rhymes Like Dimes Lyrics

Ayo, yo, y'all can't stand right here
In his right hand was your man's worst nightmare
Loud enough to burst his right eardrum close-range
The game is not only dangerous, but it's most strange

I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times
Joking rhymes, like the "Is you just happy to see me?" Trick
Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick
A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show
So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo
Tally-ho! A high Joker like Spades game
Came back from five years to laying and stayed the same
Saying, electromagnetic field, it blocks all logic, Spock
And G-Shocks her biological clock
When I hit it, slid into the shitter, thought I killed her goose
Her Power U was pure Brita water, filtered juice
Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him
Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him
Never seen the shit again but he's still my dunny
The only thing that come between us is krill and money
I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times

Better rhymes make for better songs, it matters not
If you got a lot of what it takes just to get along
Surrender now or suffer serious setbacks
Got get-back, connects wet-back, get stacks
Even if you gots to get jet-black, head to toe
To get the dough, battle for bottles of Mo' or 'dro
This fly flow take practice like Tae Bo with Billy Blanks
"Oh, you're too kind!" "Really? Thanks!"
To the gone and lost forever like "Oh My Darling Clementine"
He hold his heart when he telling rhyme
When it's his time, I hope his soul go to Heaven
He nasty like the old time Old No. 7
You still taste it when you chase it with the Coca-Cola
Make 'em wish they could erase it out the Motorola
I told her, "No credit for a bag"
If you want what they got, then go get it, it's all gak
Only in America could you find a way to earn a healthy buck
And still keep your attitude on self-destruct

I sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times
Joking rhymes, like the "Is you just happy to see me?" Trick
Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick
A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show
So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo
Tally-ho! High Joker like Spades game
Came back from five years laying, stayed the same
I'm saying, electromagnetic field will block all logic, Spock
And G-Shocks her biological clock
When I hit it, slid into the shitter, thought I killed her goose
Her Power U was pure Brita water, filtered juice
Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him
Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him
Never seen the shit again but he's still my dunny
The only thing that come between us is krill and money
We sell rhymes like dimes
The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times

In your arms tonight
She'll reflect
That she owes you the sweetest of debts
If she wants to pay

Check it out, y'all! Ya don't stop! Keep on, to the sure shot!
Huh-ha! What the deal, God? Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh oh!
Yo! Yeah yeah, you're listening to the buttery slickness
The Land-O-Lakes from my man MF Doom
Yeah! Yeah!
Rock-shockin' the house, with another nugget
Uh-uh-uh-ah, eh, oh, ah, oh, hoo-wee! Yeah! Yeah!
Regulation status, right here, Fondle 'Em Recordings
Nineteen-ninety-nine, yeah
Now what are you 'posed to say on the end of records?
I don't know, yeah!
Woo! Yeah!
Mashed potatoes
Applesauce
Buttery biscuits
And I get lost
A-yes, yes, yes, yes y'all
You don't stop
Keep on to the break-a-dawn
Say what? Uh! Yeah!
You thought it all was over
You thought the song was over
Ah! We tricked you, we tricked you
Woo
You listening to www dot hairline dot com
MF DOOM, Kool Bob Love