[Intro]

(Uh, uh-huh)

Yo, this that butter shit

Niggas know I never stutter with

It's called the flip-style

[Verse 1]

I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fifty blocks

Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like jiffy pop

In an instant, get smoked like Winston Cigarettes

Bitches get ripped off like Nicorette (Patch)

In real life, the real trife scene

Might snatch someone's life like assault machine

Rifle, dead-up setup like bull-fight

Bе blunted like we likе could not white or in full flights

X the unemotional, call me anti-social

On the run, off the gun, death tally commercial

Death valley is like rehearsal to the streets

To my peeps, G.M., MF on the beat

Rhymes is chosen like the weapons of war

Keep from steppin' on my floor or delivery front-door

I bring it to y'all motherfuckers, master yours

My disaster cause hell in Gas Drawls

The Supervillain, cooler than a million, I be chillin'

Still quick to slice squares like Sicilians

Don't make me have to hurt them feelings

I'll ruin you in the dirt that I be doin' in my dealings

Sendin' spirits through the ceilin', chrome peelin'

Dome blown within the comforts of your own home

Grown big, wheelin' and high rollin'

I hold the lye, it keeps the sty on my eye swollen

[Break: MF DOOM]

Bitch, nigga, switch the style

Who massive versatile?

Who bigged 'em up Monster Isle? (Who dat?)

MF

I saw hell with them Gas Drawls

Mhm

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]

To my brother Subroc and Black Ju, I crack brew for

Two more free men, two up

I hit the brew up like nobody knows how X the unseen feels

When givin' crews a brush with death like between meals

Two times a day with brothers that's tight like a noose

With more rhymes in use than Dr. Seuss

Or motherfuckin' Mother Goose

It's X the suspicious flirter, who every hooker heard'a

Next to malicious murder

A track type vicious, fulfillin' the pipe wishes

The mission may be legal, minus the baby eagle

Any given summer's eve, don't breathe

Sixteen shots, I do believe plus one up the sleeve

Master of the O who predict your last pause

I told y'all, hell in Gas Drawls

Breakin' glass and plastic jaws like federal drastic laws

Fed up from fightin' secret wars with them Fantastic Fours

Invisible Bitch versus DOOM with the Metal Face

Before it goes to state, the ho better settle case

The flow is at pedal pace, steady like tricycles

Beware all suckers, y'all froze like icicles

I'm baggin' bitches like nickels, I lick 'em where they tickle

Before I hit the clit though

I'ma spit till I pronounce, more hits than a ounce

No doubt, about to bounce, X the unannounced, I'm out

[Outro: MF DOOM]

And I'd like to give a shoutout to my man Jet Jaguar

And also, you know

D-Smooth, B1 (Master of the O), MF

(I call this one) Gas Drawls

G.M