More Soup (feat. MF Doom)

No cream, no sugar, Moka Only

Choke the microphone the way he loc and choke a phony, won't he

Told 'em play your station like a broken Sony

Tenderoni phone she'll know me, come and stroke the pony

That good loving deserves and encore and a Tony

Brats in the hood muggin', they want more raw bologna

Chachi needs to watch his bony, skinny Joney

Villain finna fatten her up with minestrone

Been grown, chromoly skin tone

While he rock the end zone, tap your toe or chin bone

The choice is yours alone

Came for the throne and to get the game sewn

Doom name known as the don for sure, troop

And he won't show his face or sponsor your group

He sneak up and throw you for a loop

She peeped up, speak up if you want some more soup

New sues again, who do's crews again

Who's too smooth, whose flues want snooze with them

No surprise, no new-news to him

Here's a light bulb, now how many of you screw this in?

I do better when there's less team effort

Went from old blue sweater, I'm a less clean dresser

Full circle, back to the grind war

Mic by the mirror, I'm the best I ever saw record

Mok and Doom get it sewn like an open wound

Two scientists up in the lab will bake it go, kaboom

And said don't mix those two properties together

Probably end up with some empty eye sockets or whatever

I'm only here to hunt pleasure like some treasure

Never from a wack back of bitches like the Heathers

After this you better hone for some loot

You freak with the funk'll make me want some more soup