Get 'Er Done feat MF Doom

Make no mistake son, it's Jake One
 He makes beats well like I likes my steaks done
 With sauteed onions and hella worcestershire
 A gushy beer, to wash it down, douche your ear
 And clean the crud out your third eye
 For the return of the word guy who known to make turds fly
 I had the first fanbase of all hater
 Hold that from now it's more waste for y'all later
 The bigger they ball they fall greater in gay skirt
 The nigga they call for tall paper hit paydirt
 Say work, and do you one better, show and prove it
 True MC's flow so lose it or move it
 With the two bits spit, they sunk him for two cent
 Whoever writ they shit tell 'em quit it they too bent
 Cut the losses, it ain't balanced what the cost is in horses
 Off Saadiq and let 'em know who the boss is
 {*scratches by Jake One of "get 'er done"*}
 And it ain't no dental
 Only the innate way to groove seem to paint your mental
 Usin the insane flow stencil
 He said in plain english ain't payin yo' rent bill
 But still, the gent was ill
 With the intent to kill, the set was krill
 To the full extent of skill, vent the grill
 Villain make 'em feel like the deal spent a mill'
 Method for real folks, bet'cha dying dollar
 Get them to steel choke when they met the iron collar
 Wrote this oath while pinching a loaf
 Metal Face rhymesayers mention 'em both
 Raise your right palm, we do solemnly swear
 To stack more dough more calmly this year
 Doom get the cash like cow, cheddar son
 Have it in a smash like BOW, get 'er done
 {*scratches by Jake One of "get 'er done"*}