Just for Kicks (”Meat Grinder” demo) lyrics

[Intro]
Sleeping in a jar
Sleeping in a jar
The jar is under the bed
Sleeping in a jar
The jar is under the bed

[Verse: MF DOOM]
Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder
Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft sweet minor
China was a neat signer, trouble with the script digits
Double dipped, bubble lipped, subtle lisp midget
Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though
Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go
Ever since ten eleven, glad she made a brethren
Last down, seven alligator seven
At the gates of Heaven, knocking, no answer, slow dancer
Hopeless romancer with the dopest flow stanzas
Yes, no? Villain, Metal face to Destro
Guess so, still incredible how sess grow
Just say, "Ho," I'll test the yayo
Wild West style fest, y'all best to lay low
Hey bro, Day-Glo, set the bet, pay dough
Before the cheddar get away, better get Maaco
The worst hated God who perpetrated odd favors
Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers
Quad flavors
Still back in the game like Jack LaLanne
Think you know the name, don't rack your brain
On a fast track to half-sane
Either in a slow beat or that the speed of "Wrath of Kane"
Laughter, pain
Hackthoo'ing songs lit in the booth with the best host
Doing bong hits on the roof within the west coast
He's at it again, mad at the pen
Glad that we win, a tad fat in a bad hat for men
Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers
You can find the villain in the satin, congas
The van screeches
The bald man preaches 'bout the gold-sand beaches
The cold hand reaches for the old tan Ellesses
[Outro]
That Mary was goin' around with an old flame
That burned me up because I know he was just feeding her a line
But the guy really spent his money like water
I think he was connected, so I left
Outside, it was raining cats and dogs
I was feelin' mighty blue and everything looked black
But I carried on