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letra de angelz - mf doom

[intro: ghostface k!llah]
yea, that’s right
it’s not a hardy boy mystery neither
this is real sh-t
this sh-t come on right after hart to hart y’all
no doubt, 7 o’clock fantasy island
this episode is “death to a brooklyn man”
this is tony’s angels

[verse 1: ghostface k!llah]
it was three white b-tches who worked for tony starks
undercover agents, far beyond narcs
amazed by their beauty marks, wonder woman bracelets
knee-high boots that was made by clarks
my d-ck got hard at how they spoke and sh-t
every language was music to the kid as if
i was modern day king midas, doreen, skye and kelly
starky’s angels, shaolin’s finest
though it happened in the streets of brooklyn
plus i played the whip real low cause my face was woofin’
my angels jetted out of albee square
gun out, wrap in their hair, kinda crowded so they clap in the air
chased a n-gga down block for block, squeezing glocks
these mommies real angels took one off his top
he’s a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar
the more they ran the more their skirts got dirtier
sending shots like check day, fed ex expressway
boom bow bing, you heard the gunplay
“who shot that duck out the window”, mr. lee said
“three pay now, you f-cking weed head”
we can stop the finest suspect, he’s dead
then i pulled up, “come on girls to club med”

[interlude: mf doom]
stay tuned for the conclusion
three’s company family jewels

[verse 2: mf doom]
two brown sisters -ssisted the villain, doom
he woke up stoked like they was still in the room
freed his right arm and leg, it was more like a sweep
release his other leg, arm, head and rose to his feet
staggering except for the socks and mask, naked
threw on the boxers, searching for the treo
checkin’ for the keys, the dough
a robbery expected, yet nothing obvious is missing
recollected now why hollywood hotties stepped in giuseppe zanotti’s
personnel nurses, chanel purses, clk shottie
chasing patrice with thai iced teas
she drive while nice to veggie fried rice spicy
told them both, i don’t feel so well, my belly
spin me down melrose, drive me to the telly
y’all go head and get the dutches, be back copy
feeling woozy, no uzi, who’s he see in the lobby
peace, peace, pizza man, change a hundred, stopped and looked
whoops, left the knot in her pocket book
wasn’t the juks but too careless fearless
got to the room and fell flat out on the terrace
the question remains who bound and gagged him
that’s when they found the empty pack of black magnum
villains skied a gram on the street, fifty g
the part of mr. roper was played by mr. t

- mf doom

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