Gas Drawls Lyrics - Operation: Doomsday - Mf Doom

...metalface doom... 

...operation doomsday... 

By the way, 

I read up on bad dreams 

bag up screams in fiftys 

be up on mad schemes 

that heat shop like jiffy-pop(pop) 

in a instant 

get smoked like winston 

ciggarettes 

ho's get ripped off like nicorette 

(patch) 

in real life 

the real trife scene 

might snatch ya life like a-ssault machine 

rifle 

dead up setup like bull-fight 

be blunted how we like 

couldnt white or in full flight 

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 

so keep from steppin on my floor 

or delivery 

front door 

I bring it to ya'll motherfuckers 

master yours 

my disaster cause- 

hell- 

and gas drawls 

the super villain- 

cooler than a million 

i be chillin 

still quick to slice squares like sicilian 

dont make me have to hurt them feelins 

ill ruin you in the dirt that i be doin in my dealins 

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'... 

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holdin, 

and?, 

known as massive-versatile, 

Id like to big-em-up monster-isle... 

uummm, 

yeah... 

I saw you in hell wit dem gas drawls... 

To my brother Subroc- 

and black ju I crack brew for- 

two more, three men, two up, 

I hit the brew up like- 

nobody knoowwss... 

how X the unseen feels 

when givin crews a brush with death like between meals 

two times a day 

wit brothers thats tight like a noose 

wit more rhymes in use than doctor seuss 

or motherfuckin' mother goose 

X is da suspicious flirter 

who every hooker hearda' 

next to malicious murda' 

a track type vicious 

fulfillin the pipe wishes 

? may be legal 

minus the baby eagle 

any given summers eve- 

dont breathe 

sixteen shots i do believe- 

and one up the sleeve... 

master of the O 

who predict ya last pause- 

i told ya'll 

hell and gas drawls- 

breakin- 

glass and plastic jaw- 

like federal drastic law 

fed up from fightin' secret war 

wit' them fantastic four- 

(invisible bitch) 

versus Doom wit' the metal face 

before I go to state 

the ho better settle case 

the flow is at pedal pace 

steady like tricycles 

beware all suckas is froze like icicles... 

(bag 'em up) 

and baggin' bitches like nickels 

cause I licked 'em where they tickle 

before I hit the clit though imma spit till I pronounce 

more hits than a ounce no doubt 

about ta bounce, 

X the unannounced- 

im out... 

Photos 

and i like to give a shoutout, 

to the brother jet-jaguar... 

Megalon... 

and King Ghidra... 

I call this joint right here... 

Gas Drawls... 

In hell wit yours...