Deep Fried Frenz - MF DOOM

As you call em, they call you when they need somethin

Trees for the blunt 'n, to g’s for the frontin

I found a way to get piece 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 wit surprise, once they finish spittin lies

Asssociates, is your boys, your girls, bitches, niggaz, homies?

close, but really don’t know me Mom, dad, comrade, peeps, brothers, sisters, duns, dunnies

Some come around when they need some money

Others make us laugh like the Sunday funnies

Fam be around whether you paid or bummy

You could either ignore this advice, or take it from me Be too nice and people take you for a dummy

So nowadays he ain’t so friendly

Actually they wouldn’t even made a worthy enemy

Read the signs: no feeding the baboon

Seein as how they got ya back bleeding from the stab wounds

Ya’ll know the dance, they smile in ya face, ya’ll know the glance

Try ta put 'em on, they blow the chance

Never let your so-called mans know ya plans

(Whodini: How many of us have them?)…a show of hands

(Whodini: FRIENDS!)

Is a term some people use loosely

I’m real choosy on what I choose to let crews see

You telling me, I try ta act broke

Jealousy, the number one killer among black folk

Fellas be under some type a spell, like crack smoke

Ghetto cinderellas, lead 'em right to your stack loc

Just another way a chick’ll lead to your end

I check the dictionary for the meanin of Friends

It said: Person, one who likes to socialize with

Sympathise and help her, and that’s about the size of it Most of the time these attributes is one-sided

To bolster the crime, they apt to shoot you through your eyelid

And they can’t hide it, goin wild like a white bitch

Sometimes ya need to cut niggaz off like a light switch

(Click!) an when things get quiet

Catch 'em like a thief in the night (Bow!) what a riot

I first met Mister Fantastik at a arms deal

Don’t let it get drastic, think of how yer moms’ll feel

When it get for real, the steel get to sparkin

Everything darken, and ain’t no talkin

For somethin so cheap it sure buys a lot of trouble

Ya better off focusing than tryin ta plot the bubble

Or else it’d be a sad note to end on, the guns we got is…

(Whodini: One’s we can depend on. FRIENDS!)

Some come in the form of co-dependence

Alotta times only end up bein co-defendants

Ten bucks say they tell for a lower sentence

And leave you up under the jail, beggin for a penance

It don’t make no sense, what happened to the loyalty?

Honor amongst crooks, trust amongst royalty

I’d rather go out in a blaze, than give 'em the glory

(Whodini: How many of us have--)…a similar story

(Whodini: FRIENDS!)

Before lovers we used to have some type of overstanding

Just so when I let her get the man thing, she know its no strings

We could do the damn thing, but hoe its no rings

Just how the tramp swings, will she see 'em again?

That depends on how good was the skins

And could she memorize the lessons, it ain’t no need to pretend

Even though she let 'em stab it, she know they just…

FRIENDS!

How many of us have them?

FRIENDS!

Ones we can depend on?

FRIENDS!

How many of us have them?

FRIENDS!

Before we go any furthur…