Текст песни Hot Guacamole - MF DOOM , MC Paul Barman

I'm old school
This mic is my ProTool
I'm three apples high
I live in a toadstool like a smurf
Everyone at birth is given x-ray specs
But they under-use them to undress the opposite sex
Let's get this rap cash
Cause art right now is on some slap dash flapjack crap trash
Now who drank the last brew?
They turned off my cell again
The bill was way past due
But don't let 'em gas you
It's all just hogwash
Now back to the castle
When I'm home the seeds throw darts at the throne
No tart taste to the ho cakes
In the go-cart race goes to...
NO BRAKES! Teach peace to the babies
At least for the ho's sake
Stepped on an undisclosed rake
Yodle-eh-heee-WHO wants to be my protege?
So parrot back it
I'm an underlined caret bracket
Greater than or equal to
But greater than four stars
Greater than straight-A report cards
Greater than poor-sports and divorce courts or sports bars
[MC Paul Barman]
Making hundreds
Shaking blunders in this self (inaudible) taking on fun-filled until...
[MF DOOM]
Done, chill
It ain't all about the dollar bill
You could be dead broke and be a scholar still
What question should I ask you?
Uh... 'What type-a ill type-a tricks do the mask do?'
Ok, what type-a ill type-a ill tricks do the mask do?
[MF DOOM]
The face plate remove and I give chicks tattoos
But then they can see your face!
I make 'em look the other way
I almost caught a case off that same shit the other day
In Grady's truck is where I first got lucky
In the 80's, now I make the ladies say 'Yucky!' like Sandy
Bollocks, that old mustache is bull-snot
THAT WAS WHAT I CALL HOT!