Fire Wood Drumstix Songtext
von MF DOOM

Dilla, Dilla, mix, mix, mix
Y′all know what it is
Villain, Dilla, Dilla, still the best
Uh-uh, one two, one two, one two

They scared of this track like a terrorist attack
Prepare to get gacked when he's wearing just black
Get a dog, they soft like a peach
Rhymes like sand on the beach off the least screech

Deep well spell, saved by the bell, L
Well behaved and gave ′em hell

Walked on gilded splinters in a handstand
Stalked the krill lit winters

Cold as ever, midnight

Break day like loaves of bread

Cleverly way overhead
Nicest beat maker east of the equator


From the greater good, your hood to deep theta
Take a leap of faith and scrape a heap of eighth
Face all chafed, have the whole place strafed

Toodaloo, use your noodle or it'll use you
Two for two, know the wadu when you're cruising through
Later than the first 48
Post-traumatic stress in a post-hypnotic state
Got it great, these things is not toys
Only to be handled by kings who′s got poise
Not boys, you hear me, twerps?
Story originally like the McLarry verse to Herbs
Ayy, you wanna stay in your genre?
They protest the Villain and rendition of La Bamba

MCs speaking, they in need of some jojoba
All this I′m in here, Malik Yoba, pro bruh
Attack the track like a lumberjack quick
Chop it down to size, firewood is drumsticks