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mf doom & mf grimm - horehound + sesame seeds = tonight's show lyrics

mf doom & mf grimm ft. bashton the invizabul mang and lord smog – “h0r-hound + sesame seeds = tonight’s show”
[emcee(s): mf grimm, bashton the invizabul mang, and lord smog (aka lord scotch 79 / keo x-men)]
[producer(s): mf doom (original instrumental from metal fingers – “h0r-hound”)]
[sample 1 (melody): season 1 episode 2 of spider-man (1981) – “dr. doom, master of the world” (16:56)]
[sample 2 (drums): stetsasonic – “go stetsa i” (0:00)]

[hook: mf grimm]
ready to perform, and your flow is tight
there’ll be no show tonight
guns are busting, now bullets take flight
there’ll be no show tonight
fans p-ssed, saying you ain’t right
there’ll be no show tonight
in the club, a riot we incite
there’ll be no show tonight

[verse 1: mf grimm]
we’re gonna
wet your whole show up, throw a grenade on
stage, watch it blow up, body parts scatter
females throw up, whole sh-t
tore up. paid mercenaries
f-ck the whole club up, gonna have n-ggas
running out, leaving women behind
losing they mind, audience terrified, a few people
died. motherf-cker, can’t hide
f-ck who you are. so what you a star?
it’s about memories and scars. wolves
are raised to be strapped all the time
but it pays to be. n-gga, f-ck peace. i’m
blazing, see? the walking dead ain’t
fazing me. dry your -ss out like
a raisin, see? air your -ss out like
handwashed jeans. mf pure dope, un-
-cut, k!ll fiends, can’t cope, stressed out, murder
whole team, evaporate green, inhale
steam

[verse 2: bashton the invizabul mang]
hey you, get the f-ck off
you wanna stay, so lost and head tossed while i rock
crowds and get money like motherf-cking stars
sang like lou rawls and spit on y’all
plus, we could get raw and get down
with a decepticon type of brawl. i’m vio-
-lating t-rds who are native tongue, busting shots
then you fall. you can pay peter, mary
and paul. my heat will still turn
your brain cabbage to f-cking coleslaw
nat king cole is here to ball
here to grinch your sh-t and all your santy claus
i’ll bust your mouth ‘til you need anbesol
yes, yes, y’all, you can’t rock the presen-
-tation. you an imitation
of another ill-stration, ill-strating
you wack toys perpetrating. i took the
case when percy mason told me
y’all was, for certain, motherf-cking faking
you dead and stinking from your intake
of bacon, so when i get on stage, yo, what’s
shaking? what’s shaking?

[verse 3: lord smog (aka lord scotch 79 / keo x-men)]
i find these various emcees hilarious
the only time they rhyme behind police barriers
i guess that’s industry rhyming
probably find scotch out in the street, rhyming
indiscreet timing, m.i.c. lifer
no parole and won’t be deciphered
beat-biter, party contaminant
wilding in your venue without no laminate
is that your drink? i think i spit a clam in it
backstage platter better not have no ham in it
motherf-cker (point blank!)

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