Horehound + Sesame Seeds = Tonight’s Show lyrics

MF DOOM & MF Grimm ft. Bashton the Invizabul Mang and Lord Smog - “Horehound + Sesame Seeds = Tonight’s Show”
[Emcee(s): MF Grimm, Bashton the Invizabul Mang, and Lord Smog (AKA Lord Scotch 79 / KEO X-Men)]
[Producer(s): MF DOOM (Original Instrumental from Metal Fingers - “Horehound”)]
[Sample 1 (Melody): Season 1 Episode 2 of Spider-Man (1981) - “Dr. Doom, Master of the World” (16:56)]
[Sample 2 (Drums): Stetsasonic - “Go Stetsa I” (0:00)]

[Hook: MF Grimm]
Ready to perform, and your flow is tight
There’ll be no show tonight
Guns are busting, now bullets take flight
There’ll be no show tonight
Fans p*ssed, saying you ain’t right
There’ll be no show tonight
In the club, a riot we incite
There’ll be no show tonight

[Verse 1: MF Grimm]
We’re gonna
Wet your whole show up, throw a grenade on
Stage, watch it blow up, body parts scatter
Females throw up, whole sh*t
Tore up. Paid mercenaries
f*ck the whole club up, gonna have n*ggas
Running out, leaving women behind
Losing they mind, audience terrified, a few people
Died. Motherf*cker, can’t hide
f*ck who you are. So what you a star?
It’s about memories and scars. Wolves
Are raised to be strapped all the time
But it pays to be. n*gga, f*ck peace. I’m
Blazing, see? The walking dead ain’t
Fazing me. Dry your ass out like
A raisin, see? Air your ass out like
Handwashed jeans. MF pure dope, un-
-cut, kill fiends, can’t cope, stressed out, murder
Whole team, evaporate green, inhale
Steam
[Hook: MF Grimm]
Ready to perform, and your flow is tight
There’ll be no show tonight
Guns are busting, now bullets take flight
There’ll be no show tonight
Fans p*ssed, saying you ain’t right
There’ll be no show tonight
In the club, a riot we incite
There’ll be no show tonight

[Verse 2: Bashton the Invizabul Mang]
Hey you, get the f*ck off
You wanna stay, so lost and head tossed while I rock
Crowds and get money like motherf*cking stars
Sang like Lou Rawls and spit on y’all
Plus, we could get raw and get down
With a Decepticon type of brawl. I’m vio-
-lating turds who are native tongue, busting shots
Then you fall. You can pay Peter, Mary
And Paul. My heat will still turn
Your brain cabbage to f*cking coleslaw
Nat King Cole is here to ball
Here to Grinch your sh*t and all your Santy Claus
I’ll bust your mouth ‘til you need Anbesol
Yes, yes, y’all, you can’t rock the presen-
-tation. You an imitation
Of another illustration, illustrating
You wack toys perpetrating. I took the
Case when Percy Mason told me
Y’all was, for certain, motherf*cking faking
You dead and stinking from your intake
Of bacon, so when I get on stage, yo, what’s
Shaking? What’s shaking?
[Hook: MF Grimm]
Ready to perform, and your flow is tight
There’ll be no show tonight
Guns are busting, now bullets take flight
There’ll be no show tonight
Fans p*ssed, saying you ain’t right
There’ll be no show tonight
In the club, a riot we incite
There’ll be no show tonight

[Verse 3: Lord Smog (AKA Lord Scotch 79 / KEO X-Men)]
I find these various emcees hilarious
The only time they rhyme behind police barriers
I guess that’s industry rhyming
Probably find Scotch out in the street, rhyming
Indiscreet timing, M.I.C. lifer
No parole and won’t be deciphered
Beat-biter, party contaminant
Wilding in your venue without no laminate
Is that your drink? I think I spit a clam in it
Backstage platter better not have no ham in it
Motherf*cker (Point Blank!)