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M*A*S*H* (Monstrocities Are So Hip-hop)
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The battle cry for the Almighty Ughnauts! Hip-hop isn't always pretty...
hiphop rap scifi handsolo bucket of gold teeth shazbot doogie howitzer savilion ughnauts
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Ween enlist the help of the Shapeshifters to make hip hop... Mutated porridge rap.
A shy Leo, Doogie Howitzer started rapping at the tender age of 30. Doogie is not only a fan of hip hop, but a student of it too, and has knowledge and a unique perspective to impart. And with a background in creative writing and journalism, Doogie is a writer first and rapper second. The Bucket of Gold Teeth, his group with rapper/DJ Shazbot, is signed to Hand'Solo Records (past home to Buck 65, Moka Only and Sixtoo) and is working towards a debut EP.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #1,269
Peak in subgenre #113
Author
rap: Mic Wac, Boobie Reg, Doogie/prod: Boobie Reg
Rights
Hand'Solo Records
Uploaded
December 07, 2004
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Introducing the ugliest thing to ever happen to hip hop, the Almighty Ughnauts! The lyrics were originally from our first proper song, "Son of Man". Eventually the beat was completely changed and a different sample was used for the chorus... The song is a call to arms for all those who believe hip-hop doesn't have to be beautiful to be appreciated.
Lyrics
Verse 1 (Mic Wac): Son of Man, Son of Devil Found wandering through Hell Dogged level by level Mic Wac the almighty Necronomicon Bio-mechanoid demon Bent rage like a Cylon Fuck your pro-shit, I'm an electron Sent to do battle Crush your larynx End your breathing Think you're strong You're dreaming Get off the mic This is your swan song Your part's nothing but a walk-on As I drift throught the mist Like the saint of killers Released from the asylum but getting iller and iller My mode is in meltdown Never catch me yelling, "Slow it down" Ill-mannered behaviour for which I'm renowned Shut you down Fade you into the background Cuz here's something in me demanding souls like in Evil Eye Bloody of the enemy MCs only think they can satisfy Skills soaring like a dragon fly Electrifying passersby You want to battle me? Grab the mic It's your God-given right to die I'll mutilate your rhymes so bad the remains will be unidentified You think you're the Dark Side? Yo check it, Ughnauts show you motherfuckin' sci-fi Verse 2 (Da Boobie Regulator): I'm coming back this time I'm bringing back the crime Inheriting the rhyme My powers are sublime With claws that are retractable Just like my mandible Eat you up whole but my name is not Hannibal Then I give a lecture with the microphone in hand Leave it up to you to theorize the fall of man Sapiens fault lies in the fact That they're too cocky to realize they're wack Ughnauts are on top of the food chain now Sitting high and mighty and rockin' the crowd You can call me the Purple-nurple Touch-twister Stop hating Boobies cuz I'm like no other Running amock you'll be diving for cover Chicks bite down on the crotch when I begin to smother I can dissipate the sun I can destroy everyone Watch me on stage and your blood will run Cold fusion I'm the evolution Time is well spent worshipping me I'm the bronze statue on your mantlepiece Rub me three times to get what you need Soon society will fall to its knees Verse 3 (Doogie Howitzer): A reminder in case you forgot I represent Cryptic Souls and Ughnauts While you're mindless like robots Or uneducated young tots In other words you've got no thoughts Well I've got lots - I'm in them parking then packing There's a few things I'm lacking So I'm sure as hell not macking But vengeance exacting Yet never exerting You're so flame-on it's hurting With Ughnauts there's no flirting We're men of iron like girding Our rhymes structured like buildings With a force that's killed kings While you wear tiny frilled things You're just another jester A child molester Oustide the school for second semester While your girlfriend's at home on her third trimester Any wounds I inflict fester Like the Roadrunner I'm faster Your ACME rhyme flow's a disaster And crumbles like plaster I'm hard like alibaster And/or marble And you marvel how I master Powers strange like the spellcaster With the range of a blaster Question the source of your blather So I have you in a lather Or rather excited You're very near-sighted With beer goggles And on/off toggles For when the mind boggles Flick the safety seal switch And now it's lights out, bitch... end.
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