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Badness of Madness

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Badness of Madness - CZARFACE & MF DOOM Lyrics


Ay yo
I don't remember what the fuck
But yo
I said, I'm nicer than the good Samaritan
I make it rain, no wax but like a tribal African

Got a call from my tall Spanish friend (ooh)

Rugburn city, and now my knees need bandagin'

Nah, the smoke's not loud, it's obnoxious

I spit cyber-hot shit to fry your fiber-optics

Watch this magic trick, quickly cut this bitch in half

Then walk off colder than a winter draft

Ask Mulder and Scully, Deck's style, X-File

Extra-terrestrial, wow alien flow, cooler, Super-Saiyan blow

Rebel of mighty Wu Clan

Handin' out ass-whippins on a group plan

So call me Mr. CZARFACE

More action than the fight scene, the shootout, and the car chase

Spoken word on 'em, right?



Villain gone haywire, hey liar, don't cry wolf, say fire

Pray higher, old guy'll stay by ya

The outcome cost more than what you paid prior

Turbulence from circumstance

Quite perceptive, do his dance, moment he turned and glanced

It's worth a thousand words, cowards die a thousand deaths

Sounds fresh, so pay up with a pound of flesh

Now the test like cops barged in and found the mess

Outcome critical, lay down in the ground and rest

Wake up in a million years, still here with his Villain peers

Hittin' gears for another pill and beers

Me and Jorjito crack a joke, and still in tears

(hahahahaha) Guess God is a comedian

While the poor get devoured in the jaws of greedy men

Whose daughter's out dancin' to techno and BDM

Sell soul? Heck no, sucker, 'til we meet again

Saga of the Villain, brand new chapters, do amass new billions

Barf krill on masses and rose-gold pavilions

Rare form of integrity, oughta draw gazillions

All in they feelin's, hatin' gets you nowhere

Go home, practice one-two checks, oh yeah

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Okay alright yo, you brought a knife to a gunfight

Yeah well I would do that and stab the shooter, broad sunlight

Tadada, I'm bank of rehab, no secrecy

I'm seekin' treatment for beatin' MCs repeatedly

You petty locals, made for soft shit like Kenny Chesney vocals

Mine are more like Reggie Noble's

Yeah, I'm up in this bitch with Fonzarelli

Leave MCs ate, Eazy, no Compton deli

Oh boy, we in here like Chris Mullin

I'ma do a heel turn and kick your fuckin' skull in

And walk away spittin' poetry like Countee Cullen

I'm the one true king of this one-two thing

The way I kick bars and darts

You'd think I mixed Marshall's art with mixed martial arts

Badness of Madness lyrics !!!