Lyrical Breakdown of Hot Guacamole (Feat. MC Paul Barman) ***** - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how MF DOOM weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hot Guacamole (Feat. MC Paul Barman) *****" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that MF DOOM employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I'm old school This mic is my ProTool I'm three apples high I live in a toadstool like a smurf Everyone at birth is given x-ray specs But they under-use them to undress the opposite sex Holy guacamole! Let's get this rap cash Cause art right now is on some slap dash flapjack crap trash Leave me here SAVE YOURSELF! OK Pass me your wallet I'll send help Now who drank the last brew? They turned off my cell again The bill was way past due Gosh, tell a friend But don't let 'em gas you It's all just hogwash Now back to the castle Where's that? Parts unknown When I'm home the seeds throw darts at the throne No tart taste to the ho cakes No jakes And first place In the go-cart race goes to... NO BRAKES! Teach peace to the babies We're all the same At least for the ho's sake Stepped on an undisclosed rake Catch a nose-ache... Y'all flows is fake Yodle-eh-heee-WHO wants to be my protege? Me, me too! So parrot back it I'm an underlined caret bracket Greater than or equal to But greater than four stars Greater than straight-A report cards Greater than poor sports in divorce courts or sports bars What's your mission? Making hundreds Shaking blunders in this self (inaudible) taking on fun-filled until... Done, chill It ain't all about the dollar bill You could be dead broke and be a scholar still That's true What question should I ask you? Uh... 'What type-a ill type-a tricks do the mask do?' Ok, what type-a ill type-a ill tricks do the mask do? The face plate remove and I give chicks tattoos But then they can see your face! I make 'em look the other way I almost caught a case off that same shit the other day In Grady's truck is where I first got lucky In the 80's, now I make the ladies say 'Yucky!' like Sandy Bollocks, that old mustache is bull-snot On your bald spot THAT WAS WHAT I CALL HOT!