“Deep Fried Frenz” MF Doom – Lyrics

Before we go any further
Friends

As you call ’em, they call you when they need something
Trees for the blunt, the g’s for the front
I found a way to get peace of mind for years
And left the hell alone: Turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone
Send me a letter, or better, we could see each other in real life
Just so you could feel me like a steel knife
At least so you could see the white of they eyes
Bright with surprise, once they finish spitting lies