[MF Doom]
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The Villain ain't rhymin off bread alone
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Let him get some cognac, a mic and a headphone
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Smoke the mirrors, caught her in the mix
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Couldn't read the shorthand for mortars and bricks
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If any negative thought linger he let it vent
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Wrote this one with his middle finger in wet cement
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... Did it on the sly
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Before he's gone bye bye spit it on the fly
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Brush your teeth, rinse and gargle
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A true nerd who messed with new words since Boggle
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... And used slang in Scrabble
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Rhymed with a Northern drawl, twang and babble
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Flossy pen jargon to break the world record
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Do a Faustian bargain and tape the girl naked
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... More spots than a leopard
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Then he had to stop, the block was hot peppered
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Shepherd, leading the sheeps out to slaughter
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Kept your soul and repped it, everytime he saw ya
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Tryin to douse a pinch of weed in a frat street house
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[Cartoon] (MF Doom)
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I'll make mince meat out of that (beat) mouse!
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[MF Doom]
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Welcome to the show
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Remember whatever you do, do not boo the flow
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Schooled the dumb on the number one rule of thumb
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What a fool; still you never met a cooler bum
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Give the drummer some rum, I'm sure he could use a shot
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Just to get his cues hot, ensure he don't lose his spot
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A stranger who speaks to you vocal
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Danger made the beat get a freak to do the bogle
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No bull, everything he wanted they grabbed and took
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Whole lab looked like an ill left jab and hook
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Even had a secretary to take the calls
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Shake it and make it fall, I told her don't break my balls
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Wherever Mouse go, trouble follows
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The bounty on this pro was mills in "double dollars"
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Vil's spills muddled flows that befuddle scholars
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Thick Buffalo girl with the bubble hollars
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She rocked leather and gold, a fat blouse
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And need a brother with soul to let her cat out
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Even if the rat couldn't compete with Kraus
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[Cartoon] (MF Doom)
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I'll make mince meat out of that (beat) mouse!
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[MF Doom]
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Tap ya toe, grime and strapped for dough
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Rap for show, to let the whippersnappers know
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Sucks to be them, now pass that loot
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Up under the tux he wore a hazmat suit
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Sounded like froggy, sip the groggiest of potions
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Be up in the party with the foggiest of notions
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On the list of lobbyists who save the oceans
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Gave his donation to the lady with the lotions
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Swoll hand itchin, the old man bitchin
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Switchin with the fan with the gold band twitchin
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Spittin like a bionic sneeze that freeze vodka
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Just to clear the air like the Ionic Breeze Quadra
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Sleek enough to outsly a fox
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for a chicken pot pie, thinkin outside the box
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... Enough to taste her goody
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But got no time to be wastin chasin putty
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Out for Daffy Duck bucks, Porky Pig paper
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Bugs Bunny money or Sylvester Cat caper
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Offer DAT tape of rap, country or deep house
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And
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[Cartoon] (MF Doom)
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I'll make mince meat out of that (beat) mouse!
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Mince Meat
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| Danger Doom |
