[MF Doom]

Perfect hair, to the second power of forever

Ask him do he need it? Hells yeah, now or never

On a mission with friends of fair weather

Sooner the better, off to Mt. Tuna, wear your leather prepared sweater

And watch out for Catman my brothers

He keep his strand slicked back like Scatman Caruthers

A balding boy, sound like Janeane Garofalo

Fiend for a sloppy fro, who seen the evil Coiffio?

Not me yo, I'm leavin, I'm gone

Even if him got them bomb weavin Kalikelon

No more or less stress than your old boss

The tears burn your eyes less than fresh S-curls sores

And Brenda, the best girl lost

Uncle grandfather bare chest was pearl gloss

Earl tossed, there goes a whole tray of hamburgers

Villain 'til they old and grey like olden day scamworkers

Circa one nine seventy-one

On the mic machine it seems his work will never be done

He seeks the ninth level of power

But weak geek might freak it in another hour

or so, they call the fool retarded hair guy

In school you could spot it when he nodded "Here, why?"

I think his true name was Gerald

The toupee, the male pattern anime herald

A good laugh like the walk to the bank

not the plank, talk to the hand and the hot frank dog



(*BEEP!!*}



[Master Shake]

Danger Doom it's Master Shake, hey buddy!

Ah did you get those e-mails I sent?

Umm, I'm still waitin, to hear from you

I-I think, maybe you're, maybe you're in the shower

Do you, are you in the shower? Okay

But I'm still, totally, I got some other stuff

Uhh, but I'm, I am committed more to doing yours

So, if you can let me know, today

That'd, uhh, that'll be great, okay?!

Just, just gimme a call! And fa-for the schnizzle

For to do the rap pizzle

And again I'm really sorry, about that other one

The call... Meatwad sucks

Okay, call me back dog!



{*phone hangs up*}