Gas Drawls [1994 Demo] MF DOOM

It's that butter shit niggas know I always never stutter with!
Check the styles, check it, uh, peep it

[Verse 1]
I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fifties
Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like jiffy-pop
Shit, instant, get smoked like Winston cancers
And cut halves through them since when gangsters too
In real life, the real trife scene
Might steal your life with the assault machine
Rifle, dead up, it's a setup like bull-fight
Be blunted how we like can't white or in full flight
(X) The unemotional, call me anti-social
On the run from off the gun death tally commercial
Death valley is like rehearsal to the streets
To my peeps, [?] one-two's on beats
Like the weapons of war
Now you keep from steppin' on my floor, or delivery front door
Special, (ed) and motherfuckers master yours
My disaster causes you: Hell in them gas drawls
The supervillain, cooler than a million, I be chills
Still quick to slice squares like Sicilians
Don't make me have to hurt them feelings
I'll ruin you in the dirt that I be doin' in my dealings
Sendin' spirits through the ceilin', chrome peelin'
Dome blown, in the comforts of your own home
Grown, big wheelin', high rollin'
I hold the lye, I keep the sty on my eye swollen