Bibul Spot

Intro:

Gnaw like a hedgehog, yeah, wavin' a banner on this one, yeah, FDR shit, a Hideous connection, Caligari Cutz, born raw maggot dog, UK blow, condom off, USA straws, ayo

Verse I:

Pigeon of clay burn psy goose down splattered
Dab catchers, Moon down crasher
Spoon brown, all gas sick rule out matter
Dab goo, pull a tool out stagger
In cool down shatter, An American Tail rag in a stick (what?)
Like Fievel out West, in Los Angeles lit
I got cap with the scripts
The cold dawn amulets make the ambulance skid
I preach no God outside of the Bibul Spot
Slid to the kitchen that pro sick Michael Fox...
- And soon slipped into a light sleep, voices seem to speak...

Chorus:

Hear that. (Scratches)

Verse II:

I'm wired no bugler (nah)
Yule tide pines from the pluck'll burn, Poma leaves to Douglas fir
Writin' by the bunsen (bunsen), one slick
Shave a crust off the onion, to keep the porth buzzin'
Slit my kick's tongue slighter dubbin'
Can't feel my mouth move when I talk it look like, overdubbin' (Aww man...)
Hash oil in a coin, the tranquil destroyed
Half stick in a pool of Koi (Bluahhh)
I hate the word lyricist (fuck that)
The pyramid schemin' for a made up movement like Leary did (It's vain...)
This clearly shit
I'm early man with spear from stick, skunk cabbage it's pyramid
- He was clappin' his hands and singin' glee-glee-gleefully to himself...

Chorus:

Hear that... (Scratches)
MF DOOM: One, two microphone checka (x2)

Outro:

Hoohoohoohoohoohoo, go get another fuckin' wacky weed fuckin' joint, roll it and shove it up your ass, rent a Fiat if you have enough money, come to New York and find me, and we'll have lunch and we'll talk about it
Lemme tell you something, you'd be in the sewer decapitated before you said anything, that's your weed talkin', that's your imaginary world that says you're a winner...