Lumberjack Match - CZARFACE & MF DOOM

Ride this train to Roseburg, Oregon Now, there's a town for you and you talk about rough You know a lot of places in the country claim Paul Bunyon lived there But you should have seen Roseburg when me and my daddy come there Every one of them loggers looked like Paul Bunyon to me And I was a skinny kid about sixteen And I was scared to death when we walked into that camp None of the lumberjacks paid any attention to me at first but My pa told the boss that me and him wanted a job A lot of 'em stopped their work to see what was gonna happen That big boss walked around me looked me up and down and said "Mister, I believe that boy is made out of second-growth timber" and I guess I was Everybody but me and pa had a big laugh over it Pa got kinda mad, boss finally said, "He might start me out as a high climber" I didn't know what a high climber was, boy, I sure learned fast That steel corded rope cut my back and that axe I thought it was gonna break my arms off but I stuck with it It wasn't long 'till I learned that a man's got to be a lot tougher than the timber he's cuttin' Finally, I could swing that crosscut saw with the best of them I lived on a farm out in Iowa I pulled the corn and I worked in the hay Got trapped by a girl but I wiggled free Heard the Oregon timber callin' me Will you tell me somethin', Mr. lumberjack Is it one for forward and three for back Is it two for stop or four for go? Boy, ask a whistle punk I don't know Well I learned this fact from a logger named Ray You don't cut timber on a windy day Stay out of the woods when the moisture's low Or you ain't gonna live to collect your doe Will you tell me somethin', Mr. lumberjack Is it one for forward and three for back Is it two for stop or four for go? Boy, ask a whistle punk, I don't know Well, you work in the woods from morning 'till night You laugh and sing and you cuss and fight On Saturday night you go to Eugene's And on a Sunday morning your pockets are clean Will you tell me somethin', Mr. lumberjack Is it one for forward and three for back Is it two for stop or four for go? Boy, ask a whistle punk, I don't know

Ego, ego Ego, ego Ego, ego Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego E-e-ego, ego Ego, ego Ego, ego Ego, ego Ego, ego, ego E-e-ego, ego Ego, ego Ego, ego Ego, ego Ego, ego, e-e-ego Miroir, dis-moi qui est le plus beau Quitte à devenir mégalo Viens donc chatouiller mon ego Allez, allez, allez Laisse-moi entrer dans ta matrice Goûter à tes délices Personne ne peut m'en dissuader Allez, allez, allez Je ferais tout pour t'accompagner Tellement je suis borné Je suis bien dans ma bulle Allez, allez, allez Tout est beau, tout est rose Tant que je l'impose Dis-moi qui est le plus beau Allez, allez Allez, allez Allez, allez, allez Miroir, qu'as-tu donc fait de ma tête? Cette transformation malhonnête Ce n'est pas ce que j'ai demandé Allez, allez, allez Le buzz n'était que factice Je ne suis plus dans la matrice Y a plus personne pour en parler Allez, allez, allez Je ferai tout pour récupérer Ce que je suis en train de gâcher Enfin sorti de ma bulle Allez, allez, allez Tout est beau, tout est rose Avant que mon ego s'impose J'ai fini de te regarder Allez, allez Allez, allez Allez, allez, allez

(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav) Let's go, let's go Skrrt, skrrt Smokin' cookies on the intro (Yoom) Dig it (No, we ain't takin' no chances, ever) High as fuck and I hope it don't come down (Come) You a square, yo' ass still can't come 'round (Still can't come 'round) Glock with a switch, so it don't make one sound (Brrrt) Hit they block, yo' ass must be dumb found (Must be dumb found) Don't play at my shows, I got so many gun rounds (So many guns) Go pull on the side, hit the window and squeeze Must be a lumberjack, I'm in he choppin' down trees What you mean I'm in here breaking down P's? (I'm breaking down) Long live Floyd, put white bitch on her knees Fuck that, put my knee on her neck (Knee on her neck) VVS cool, but I want some' baguettеs (I want some' baguettes) Fuck nigga rеach for this chain, now he wet (Now he) Fuck nigga reach for this chain, now he stretched (Ayy) Smokin' on gas, bush green like Shrek (Green like Shrek) Hop out the car with a oder, shit smell like a ogre (Shit stink) For the bags, just meet me at Krogers (Just meet me at) My white friends shoot like Dela Doga, got some shit in the trunk, so I can't pull it over (I can't) So if they flick me, don't stop, keep it goin' (Just go) See the bullshit, I don't stop hit the horn (Check out) Claiming they real, niggas changing like coins (They coins) Soon as they post it, I'm busting his bond (His bond) He got some fire but ain't pull it, he run (Ain't pull it) All my opps hiding, we gotta go hunting (Let's go) See so much money in just one month (In just one month) These niggas saving the shit I spent (Let's go) Big boss, I'm the nigga you aren't (I'm the nigga you not) Say, I'm servin' Percocet to yo' first aunt Say, I pour lean all in my punch I might just hop out in Off White and Preston (Off White) Say you're gangster, but who you impressing? (Who?) Got money in my pocket, watch out gettin' heavy I'll go spunky like Elvis (Let's go) High as fuck and I hope it don't come down (Hope it don't come) You a square, yo' ass still can't come 'round (Still can't come) Glock with a switch, so it don't make one sound (It don't make one) Hit they block, yo' ass must be dumb found (Must be dumb found) Don't play at my shows, I got so many gun rounds (So many) Go pull on the side, hit the window and squeeze (To the window) Must be a lumberjack, I'm in he choppin' down trees (I'm choppin') What you mean I'm in here breaking down P's? (I'm just in here bustin' it down) High as fuck and I hope it don't come down (Hope it don't come) You a square, yo' ass still can't come 'round (Still can't come) Glock with a switch, so it don't make one sound (It don't make one) Hit they block, yo' ass must be dumb found (Must be dumb found) Don't play at my shows, I got so many gun rounds (So many) Go pull on the side, hit the window and squeeze (To the window) Must be a lumberjack, I'm in he choppin' down trees (I'm choppin') What you mean I'm in here breaking down P's? (I'm just in here bustin' it down) Slatt, slayer Nigga Nigga be cap Cappity, cap Bitch, lap to lap Lap to laps I'm runnin' laps around you niggas

Live! In stereo Yessir! This what I wanna hear my nigga, yeah Yeah yeah You don't even know that's the official word up in the town You heard? Ha ha ha Get that swing, yessir! Get it in man That's the official shit kid, mmhmm Word up, we gon' take it back to the big park 'n shit Yeah, when niggas was rhymin hard and comin crazy Electrifying and vivid, yo I'm like a rabbi, fresh new mag and I'm mad high Stolen black Jag I brag fly, yeah Yo a project thug, political gangster, starving Langston Hughes The Jews want the crib when the God dies I'm deadly, metaphors'll dog you while I'm in the Forbes First 500 niggas who raw live Yo B, the nigga Shallah, he low-key But he O.G., half of his niggas gone or in hidin Federallis'll sneak, police, holdin my old piece Heard the young policeman died 58 carats of glass, the Aston Blueberry black where I keep my ices and knives at One of the force rawest, yo we're British aware Who get money shoot dice in his fortress Mocknecks and stragglers, eightball jackets the hagglers Of the rap game, post up surprise I want that spot, coolin with the Supervillain team All you other playboys is twats Niggas be down for the murder game Run in the church, grab the rifle, put one in a nigga frame I'm thirsty, hungry like a Somalian Polly with them niggas with the waves in they dome like tsunami All we do is get fresh and fuck ma Probably yo' baby ma gave me head in Barney's while I calmly And I got giants in armies While we rock mean colored clothes and don divas Yeah Chef back, some call him Louis Smith Slash Lex Diamond and his chick sell crack We rep bananas, beat this, legend of Stan Smith 700 dollar jeans, keepin your man distance Yeah son, gimme your ear son Yo yo yo, yo yo get the fuck away from the ropes man Doom, the warning signal again Somebody approaches! What matter of creatures are these? There they are again, FIRE! "A gunshot from inside the house, forces a change of plans" "A straightforward entry, has turned into what appears to be" "A barricaded standoff" "POLICE DEPARTMENT! COME TO THE FRONT DOOR!" "Anything you say, cracker" As the funky beat continues.