Lyrics:
Yeah that's right, I work at a butcher shop
Call it a market, but it's a butcher shop
Chicken
Pork
Beef and lamb
Man get up out my face
Don't you
or a
Mi leff him headless like when butcher
Back pork wid him back broke
Yeah, watch dem look nervous like a
Crackhead when him stop smoke
Cah when mi walk
Is the butcher poisoning your pork chops
Are you sure you'er mail's been oopen before
Is the dude behind the desk
Behind the smiling skin
Behind
Wonder where is my butcher man now?
I've been looking for him all day long!
Butcher man, butcher man, where have you been so long?
Butcher man,
Klout in da kitchen
Baking up pound cake
Space ship parked in the fucking runway
Beef pork chops
And a little brown bread
Young real butcher
Mama dear, come over here
And see who's looking in my window
It's the butcher boy and oh
He's got a bundle in his hand
Tell me why he winks his
Mama dear, come over here
And see who's looking in my window
It's the butcher boy and oh
He's got a bundle in his hand
Tell me why he winks his
I might as well go against my own faith
So I follow the market
I sight the butcher boy by the gate
(You want goat?)
No I might a kill I queen
gettin' rougher than rough
I make a lot of money, I just keep spendin' the stuff
Well, pork chops on the market, ask the butcher for a pound
Couldn't
gettin' rougher than rough
I make a lot of money, I just keep spendin' the stuff
Well, pork chops on the market, ask the butcher for a pound
Couldn't
gettin' rougher than rough
I make a lot of money, I just keep spendin' the stuff
Well, pork chops on the market, ask the butcher for a pound
Couldn't
Definitely def, the five fingers of death
Doc the Butcher, Polo's the chef
And I'm the waiter cause I serve imitators
Who try to duplicate like
a crucifix
Men at work
My ideas overload
And the records I make explode in every zip code
Definitely def, the five fingers of death
Doc the Butcher, Polo's
walk
Right into a butcher shop
And get turned into a fat pork chop
We're so indie
Were searching for jobs,
And I don't know why
But I heart Bogart
At the butchers chewing fat
Mama talks about this and that
Soon the meats ready to go
It's a favorite doncha know
Now we're in a happy mood
Mama's
a pork shoulder smoking man
Get up, and start cooking at a quarter to 5
You smoke it 6 hours at a temperature of 225
Six more hours wrapped in butcher
to the people of Berlin
Gerog claimed the meat was beef or pork butchered just for them
But little did they know that Grossman was deceiving them
Georg Grossman
as well go 'gainst I man faith
So a forward a market, I sight the butcher bwoy by de gate
[Chorus]
(You wan' goat?) No I might-a kill I queen
(Try de
the head
is like of the blade that sticks in the belly to
tears down the flesh!
I had a dream where I was the only butcher
and had the last knife in
THOSE FLIES OUT OF YOUR EYES
IF THEY WON’T GO AWAY BRING OUT THE SPRAY
SOME SAY HOW CAN YOU CHOW ON A COW
OR EAT A CHOOK FROM A BUTCHER’S HOOK
YET NOBODY
the butcher
He ain't a bleeder, I pop him son, your man is a gusher
[Chorus x2]
[MF Doom:]
Clap on, clap off
Fake ass street thugs, either need to ax off
truffles in fistfuls, but it was all bells and whistles
Bougie this and bougie that, war pig or pussy cat
Glitzy to the pork ribs, had to gold-leaf
And hunt their truffles in fistfuls
But it was all bells and whistles
Bougie this and Bougie that
War pig or pussy cat
Glitzy to the pork ribs
Had to gold
screaming all night she woke up horse
Either way I need me some money coming some sort
Am I still trapping is a pig's pussy pork
You can tell by my walk that
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