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greedy fingers – true thug mc lyrics

[intro: mf doom]
(gibberish)
might have to do some fancy punching but we can do it

[hook: megalon]
i wanna be loved
not for who you think i am
but who you want me to be
a true thuggin’ mc
true thugs
with no strings attached
wanna give you my slugs
and don’t wanna take ’em back

i wanna be loved
not for who you think i am
but who you want me to be
a true thuggin’ mc
true thugs
with no strings attached
wanna give you my slugs
and don’t wanna take ’em back

[verse 1: mf doom]
some m-er f-ers don’t like how sally walk
i’ll tell y’all fools it’s h-lla cool how ladies from cali talk
never let her interfere with the yeti ghetto slang
nickname for nibble and tibble nibble metal fang
known amongst hoes for the bang-bang
known amongst foes for flow without no talking orangutans
only gin and tang, guzzled out a rusty tin can
me and this mic like yin and yang
clang! crime don’t pay, listen youth
it’s like me holdin’ up the line at the kissing booth
i took her back to the truck she was uncouth
spittin’ all out the sun roof through her missing tooth
she has a s-xy voice, sound like jazzy joyce
i turned it up faster than a speeding knife
strong enough to please a wife
able to drop todays math in the 48 keys of life
cut the cr-p far as rap
touch the mic and get the same thing a arab will do to you for stealin’
what the devil? he on another level
it’s a word! no, a name! mf, the supervillain!
he cleans his mask with gasoline, they after him
last seen pulling a chick like a fiend pull a fast one
can’t put sh-t past him
got n-ggas on his own team mad enough to blast him
retarted in real life, on the mic rain man
stand close to his main man like a a chain gang
who give a f-ck about who or they weak crew
that’s no mystery like hardy boys would do with nancy drew
sorta wear her drawers down quarter
the extorter bring slaughter like “well i oughta”
suggest you hand over the formula doula
a villan in your land, in his land a ruler
hard hitting like puffing a woola with lieutenant uhura
every day feel like it’s a off day for ferris bueller
n-ggas pull heat to prove they not sweet
no matter how you spell it, you still got beats to catch the

i wanna be loved
not for who you think i am
but who you want me to be
a true thuggin’ mc
true thugs
with no strings attached
wanna give you my slugs
and don’t wanna take ’em back

[verse 2: megalon]

- greedy fingers lyrics

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