IYO, What are MF Dooms Best Verses?

[ZEB WALTON]

Great balls of fire
Guess who just crawled out the mud the mire
That could make you trust a motherfukkin liar

A real shuck n' jiver
Vaughn never been a duck n' diver
He spit on the mic, yuck, saliva

Hold it like a drunk driver hold a CB on a sharp turn
Still clutchin' his chest from the heartburn
What's your handle? I need a Zantac, ock
and thanks before I blank into anyphylactic shock

Rock the disco
Chocolate on a crisco ho ?
Cock diesel
And still tell a joke like Joe Piscipo
Tell em the basics
Basically, break the Matrix
And just for kicks, make em gel like Asics

That's why they actin standoffish
? by hand like canned raw crawfish
Can you please pass the cocktail sauce?
You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss

Tell my horse
He said broads call me Vaughny
I make sure I throws em back if they's too scrawny
Or boney, phoney MCs use a stand-in
Leave him hangin like if I ain't know where his hands been

Hussy, how bout we bloody up your ?
Bust a knee
Then go feeling studdy, or plus degree ?
True victory, a new sick story
I never met a chick that was too thick for me

Holy moses, my old earth know me closest
On how I played it back and stayed bent like scoliosis
It's no puzzle
You can ask Doc Zizmor
The slow guzzle got your nizzle crooked like big jaw

Drink like a fishy, she wish she was a Pisces
Live since back in 25 cents Icees
Used to turn your tongue the color red
Now they want to fill ya full of lead
What the fukk that young fella said?

What kid?

It's Vaughn the red blooded
Do yourself a favor or come on, get head butted
Dope him if he run
I'll be there in a jiffy son
With the flame suppressor like off the 151

Quit your bytchin, or get *BLAUW* in your babble-box
Punished with the dry sticks ? and now eat the scrabble box ?
You'll be aight once it pass through your yellow belly
Only thing he said was can you please pass the jelly

Homo say what? Like a promo play the cut
On the late night, before you touch the mic, get your weight right
A lot of crews like to act like a violent mob
They really need to just shut the fukk up like Silent Bob

Either that or get smoked like hickory
Should squash the beef and go wash their teeth quickly
Know the stee ?, write a rhyme like a mystery
And sign it on the bottom in calligraphy, "Your nikka, V"

i totaled my whip in a horrible accident and got hit with the air bag as soon as doom said "blau" swear to god. one of my favs since. god man, hes crazy

 

[Recca Gatsby]

 

[the rhyme king]

mf doom can rhyme syllables like nobody's business

 

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[The_Hillsta]

Doom be sick with them jail/pen references.....One of his funniest lines ever:

***thirteen cell put the sheet down***

"Damn CO what the hell does she know, besides the fact she want her back dug out on the d low



"Crime pays no dental no medical, unless you catch retirement...county, state or federal
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Nikka got so much material bruh, cant go wrong with Operation Doomsday, Mm...Food, Madvilliany.

Hella material though.....



Don't sleep on his OG KMD sh1t either playboi....

 

[SwagmundFreud]

Good googly moogly, see that loogie? Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley

They really ain't got shyt to say like Timmy McVeigh

 

[Hip-Hop-Bulls]

damn I could keep posting his songs for the rest of the night. dude's disco is

 

[gameover82]

 

[Mr. Negative]

it took me a very long time to realize how lyrically and technically perfect this extended verse was

Confirmation of your worst fears
Ever since his first years had a thirst for beers
Back from the future, it'll make you more sober-er
And brought back a long list of fakers who crossed over
I'm like, fukk it, bubble-baller
Catch 'em up at Bob's show, stall him with a troubled caller
b*stard, who could make G's faster
Than a newly re-mastered while being truly plastered
There's four sides to every story
If these walls could talk, they'd probably still ignore me
Contemplate war over a cup of warm coffee
It's really getting gory, tell your problems to Maury
Don't bore V with the "glory, hallelu-ey"
Crews be like, foo-ey he's just a buncha hoo-ey
I knew he had new G, who he? Viktor Vaughn
He had a new sicker song, I think he call it "Lickupon"

Umm but uh, he study rhymes and patter-ins
Climb so steep sometimes the beat don't be mattering
Sounded like a half-dead from Scurvy band rock
A programmed, computer bio-grafted Herbie Hancock
Maybe next life he'll try harder
Died a martyr at the hands of the fire-starter
More scripts ripped available for via barter
Transport a stack to the lab via charter
On the microphone he came to daze and amaze ya'
What a guy, practice banging flies with razors
And watch out for the robot, he got eyes with lasers
Tell 'em when they come with more topics besides blazers
Enough with the guns already, they're all toys and lames
The joy's in the aim, he asked him, how's ya' poison game?
Do you bust your crossbow? Also, more so
Accurate body blows to torso, thought so
These flows you won't find in no "how-to"
If the blacksmith doubt you, he smack the shyt out you
Make nothing gone, let nothing twitch
Just don't be near the mic when the on-button switch
V bring the beef like a trucker to Fuddrucker
Delivery to all y'all motherfukkers and bloodsucker
Coping more pleas than when a rap nikka bicker on
And that's my word is bond, I think he call it "Lickupon"

Umm, he wrote this one with a fever sick in bed
With his dikkhead inside a chickenhead
No, a dead chicken's head, he said it help his nausea
If he lost ya', wait till he tell you about the flying saucer
Dag, the kickback'll leave your wig ragged
For a big bag of good grizzle and some Zig-Zag
Survival, keep a rival in denial
And bust what he got just for coming out his pie-hole
Die calmer than a suicide-bomber
V just the type to do a hoo-ride with momma
Said to James Bond, my name is Viktor, Viktor Vaughn
Told the chick the quickest way to get on, lickupon

Mic wise, DOOM is fukking sick.