Strange Universe

[Ill Bill:]

I wield the hand of God you get smacked with a talking burning bush

Red fiction handbooks, you get ambushed you ain't no damn crook

Not just you but your man shook

I see it in your fucking face your eyes got bitch twinkles

Left with your ears rattled lost the war before the first battle

I was standing in outer space hidden by the earth's shadow

Return to bring the darkest plague to a nervous pharoah

Cursed him out with hebrew shot him with a burning arrow

Kinda fucked up they can't identify the type of guy who moves cash

Doom passed you with two gats in scooby-doo mask

Fucking with us and tear a hole out your space suit

The last supper in earth space you shoulda ate food

Yo Metal Fingers I think this cat's about to puke

[MF Doom:]

Yo dude, don't even put yourself through it

How they do it like if it wasn't shit to it

Oh shoot the lady knew it was the butler

He cold snuck her, stuck a banana in her muffler

But they didn't know who he was

She said the flow is so fluid that only one nigger could do it cos

He's like the supervisor in her workplace

No more breaks violate y'all workspace with smirk face

Your bad, he didn't mean to throw y'all concentration

Or stay the same with nuff game chase a mason off

Aiight savage brought a knife to a gunfight

To him who made the length of a sunlight, run flight

[Goretex:]

Egyptian phase for alien occult science and nature

We mummify your camp using food stamps to swindle devil's dangers

Rhyme like Quakers we take no part in that we righteous

Utilising iron maidens for spite cos heads be biting this

Blow up your truck your fucked and sew your mouth up

We taking this to astral levels blowing your house up

Hitting your spouse up communist workshop for earthspots

This style of festival is bread or matzah synagogue's incredible

I'll smack you with the bass I live a space life

Wisdom and steak knifes while you fought

Gore was on tour visting grave sites

Canaanites to pagan whites angels and dykes

Kill a (arrrrhg) strange universe now inflame mics

Run up in your fucking lab looking for goodies

A hundred tooties decked out in fatass robes and St Vitus hoodies

Three man team screaming for vengeance

I shed repentence until my last sentence

Time to end this