More Soup (feat. MF Doom)

More soup witcha meal...
 Doom:
 No cream, no sugar, Moka Only
 Choke the microphone the way he loc to choke a phony, won't he
 Told em play ya station like a broken Sony
 Tenderoni 'fore(?) she know me come and stroke the pony
 That good lovin' deserves an encore and a Tony
 Brats in the hood muggin, they want more roberoni(?)
 Chachi needs to watch his bony skinny Joney
 Villain finna fattin her up with Minestroni
 Been grown, Chrome ally skin tone
 While he rock the enzone, tap your toe a thin bone
 The choice is yours alone.
 Came for the throne, and to get the game sewn.
 Doom name known as the don for sure, troop
 And he won't show his face or sponsor your group
 He sneak up and throw you for a loop
 She peeped up, speak up if you want some more soup.
 Moka Only:
 New sues again, who do's crews again
 Who's too smooth, whose flues want (?) with them
 No surprise, no news to him
 Here's a light bulb now how many of you screw this in
 I do better when there's less team effort
 Went from old blue sweater, I'ma less clean dresser
 Full circle, back to the grind war(?)
 Mic by the mirror, I'm the best I ever saw record.
 Mok and Doom get it sewn like an open wound
 Two scientists up in the lab will make it go Kaboom!
 And said don't mix those two properties together
 Prob'ly end up with some empty eye sockets or whatever
 I'm only here to hunt pleasure like some treasure
 Never from a wack pack of bitches like the Heathers
 After this you better hone for some loot
 You freaks with the funk'll make me want some more soup
 More soup witcha meal...