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 off 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