El Chupa Nibre - Remix

Two two, one two two two

One one, one two

The super flow more stupider than Richard Pryor

Combined with Bazooka Joe jokes, to spit fire

Eat MC's like El Chupa Nibre

They sell from out they feet, not they beat off eBay

Danger in the streets, shootin' at a DJ

DOOM countin' chickens like the Colonel on D-Day

We 'bout to fry, so burn 'em all he say

Villain gettin' paid off the same joint three ways

"You rang, can you spare some sugar?"

By his right ear was a snare and a booger

"For my coffee," he replied, of course he

Spilled two on the mask, whisperin', "Eww, get it off me"

His money jerky couldn't spare a thin dime

Once was in a rhyme crew, monkeys into crime

What happened? They coulda went platinum

Then he discovered the secret plan they had to gat him

It wasn't hard to find the foul to pull

They had they differences, all irreconcilable

And that's a pile of bull, they're bad

That's why they don't tell no tales nor wear plaid

His upper lip and dome stayed stiff

A maiden tried to riff over a homemade gift

A statuette of a foam chrome sprayed kiff

With a handwritten signature from dude who played Biff

The Simpsons, or Back to the Future Part II

We'll leave it up to you to choose who

When he cruise through, he know how you floozies do

Get a cat to dream and then he cream him like a Suzy Q

He said, "- you, bitch, you don't know me"

Watch, I bring the truck through and switch like you owe me

If you in luck, I get richer off you blow me

Dumile got hot like Inuyasha got Kagome

Well, now what do we got here?

Miscommunication could lead to hot beer

Although he's not here, his agenda was clear

Clearly a big spender who wears a lot of gear

DOOM the great, no low self-esteem

Got to go get the wealth, growin' green clean

He make it seem mean as a pre-teen choir head

Sire said the first time he seen Firehead

The Squire, what about Barbera?

It's closer than it seems like in a car mirror

Dancer turned gangster, whoopee Strolie Wilder

His student was a cell buddy, name of Early Cuyler

"Where's my damn chicken?"

"Damn, boy, your lip boy can perm, how much I owe ya?"