Gas Drawls - 12" Version

[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 a instant, get smoked like Winston Cigarettes
Bitches get ripped off like Nicorette (Patch)
In real life, the real trife scene
Might snatch one's life like assault machine
Rifle, dead-up setup like bull-fight
Be bluntеd like we like could not whitе 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?)

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 misses 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 yo last pause
I told y'all, Hell and gas drawls
Breakin' glass and plastic jaw like federal drastic law
Fed up from fightin' secret wars with them Fantastic Fours
(Invisible Bitch)
Versus Doom wit' the metal face
Before it goes to state, the ho' better settle case
The flow is at pedal pace, steady like tricycles
Beware all suckas, y'all froze like icicles
I'm baggin' bitches like nickels, I lick 'em where they tickle
Before I hit the clit though, I'mma 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, [?] (Master of the O), MF
(I call this one) Gas Drawls
G.M