[MF Doom]

The Villain ain't rhymin off cred alone

Let him get some cognac, a mic and a headphone

Smoke the mirrors, caught her in the mix

Couldn't read the shorthand for mortars and bricks

If any negative thought linger he let it vent

Wrote this one with his middle finger in wet cement

... Did it on the sly

Before he's gone bye bye spit it on the fly

Brush your teeth, rinse and gargle

A true nerd who messed with new words since Boggle

... And used slang in Scrabble

Rhymed with a Northern drawl, twang and babble

Flossy pen jargon to break the world record

Do a Faustian bargain and tape the girl naked

... More spots than a leopard

Then he had to stop, the block was hot peppered

Shepherd, leading the sheeps out to slaughter

Kept your soul and repped it, everytime he saw ya

Tryin to douse a pinch of weed in a frat street house



[Cartoon] (MF Doom)

I'll make mince meat out of that (beat) mouse!



[MF Doom]

Welcome to the show

Remember whatever you do, do not boo the flow

Schooled the dumb on the number one rule of thumb

What a fool; still you never met a cooler bum

Give the drummer some rum, I'm sure he could use a shot

Just to get his cues hot, ensure he don't lose his spot

A stranger who speaks to you vocal

Danger made the beat get a freak to do the bogle

No bull, everything he wanted they grabbed and took

Whole lab looked like an ill left jab and hook

Even had a secretary to take the calls

Shake it and make it fall, I told her don't break my balls

Wherever Mouse go, trouble follows

The bounty on this pro was mills and "double dollars"

Vil's spills muddled flows that befuddle scholars

Thick Buffalo girl with the bubble hollars

She rocked leather and gold, a fat blouse

And need a brother with soul to let her cat out

Even if the rat couldn't compete with Kraus



[Cartoon] (MF Doom)

I'll make mince meat out of that (beat) mouse!



[MF Doom]

Tap ya toe, grime and strapped for dough

Rap for show, to let the whippersnappers know

Sucks to be them, now pass that loot

Up under the tux he wore a hazmat suit

Sounded like froggy, sip the groggiest of potions

Be up in the party with the foggiest of notions

On the list of lobbyists who save the oceans

Gave his donation to the lady with the lotions

Swoll hand itchin, the old man bitchin

Switchin with the fan with the gold band twitchin

Spittin like a bionic sneeze that freeze vodka

Just to clear the air like the Ionic Breeze Quadra

Sleek enough to outsly a fox

for a chicken pot pie, thinkin outside the box

... Enough to taste her goody

But got no time to be wastin chasin putty

Out for Daffy Duck bucks, Porky Pig paper

Bugs Bunny money or Sylvester Cat caper

Offer DAT tape of rap, country or deep house

And



[Cartoon] (MF Doom)

I'll make mince meat out of that (beat) mouse!