Rhymes Like Dimes (feat. DJ Cucumber Slice)

Hey, yo yo, y'all can't stand right here

In his right hand was your man's worst nightmare

Loud enough to burst his right eardrum close-range

The game is not only dangerous, but it's most strange

I sell rhymes like dimes

The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times

Jokin' rhymes, like the is you just happy to see me trick

Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick

A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show

So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo

Tally-ho, a high joker like a Spades game

Came back from five years, laying and stayed the same

I'm saying, electromagnetic field, it blocks all logic, Spock

And G-shocks her biological clock

When I hit it, slit her to the shitter, thought I killed her goose

Her power use was pure Brita water, filtered juice

Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him

Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him

Never seen the shit again but he's still my dunny

Only thing that come between us is crill and money

I sell rhymes like dimes

The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times

Better rhymes make for better songs, it matters not

If you got a lot of what it takes just to get along

Surrender now or suffer serious setbacks

Got get-back, connects wet-back, get stacks

Even if you gots to get jet-black, head to toe

To get the dough, battle for bottles of Mo' or 'dro

This fly flow take practice like Tae Bo with Billy Blanks

Oh, you're too kind

Really? Thanks

To the gone and lost forever like Oh My Darling, Clementine

He hold his heart when he telling rhyme

When it's his time, I hope his soul go to Heaven

He nasty like the old time, Old No. 7

You still taste it when you chase it with the Coca-Cola

Make 'em wish they could erase it out the Motorola

I told her no credit for a bag

If you want what they got then go get it, it's all gack

Only in America could you find a way to earn a healthy buck

And still keep your attitude on self-destruct

I sell rhymes like dimes

The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times

Jokin' rhymes, like the is you just happy to see me trick

Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick

A lot of them sound like they in a talent show

So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo

Tally-ho, high joker like a Spades game

Came back from five years, laying and stayed the same

I'm saying, electromagnetic field, it blocks all logic, Spock

And G-shocks her biological clock

When I hit it, slit her to the shitter, thought I killed her goose

Her power use was pure Brita water, filtered juice

Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him

Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him

Never seen the shit again but he's still my dunny

Only thing that come between us is crill and money

We sell rhymes like dimes

The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times

In your arms tonight, she'll reflect

That she owes you the sweetest of debts

She wants to pay

Check it out, y'all

You don't stop, keep on to the sure shot

Uh-ha, then uh, with the uh, uh, uh, uh, oh

Yo, yeah, yeah, you're listening to the buttery slickness

The Land-O-Lakes from my man MF DOOM

Ha ha ha ha, yeah, yeah

Rock-shocking the house with another nugget

Uh-ah-eh-oh-ah, yeah, ah, oh ooh-wee, yeah

Yeah, regulation status, right here

Fondle 'Em Recordings, 1999

Yeah

Now what are you supposed to say on the end of records?

I don't know, yeah, woo, yeah

Mashed potatoes

Applesauce

Buttery biscuits

And I get lost

A yes, yes, yes, yes, y'all

You don't stop, keep on

To the break of dawn

Say what?

Uh, yeah

You thought it all was over

You thought the song was over

Ah, we tricked you, we tricked you

Ha ha ha ha, woo

You listening to www dot hairline dot com

MF Doom, Kool Bob Love