DOOM's BISTRO: an illustrated MF DOOM cookbook
Food… we need food!
Food… we need food!
I know you can hear the song already.
Now throw your hands in the air / And wave ’em like you just don’t care / And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit / Everybody let me hear you say, ‘O-Yea-yer’
Ego trip, ego trip, ego trip, ego trip…
Two jazz legends briefly played with plastic saxes but it wasn’t enough to make it a household name.
That is a tasty mixtape!
Oooh, baby! I feel like the music sounds better with you!
I could barely talk at that age!
Site back and relax to this one.
It’s always Dilla Time here.