[Verse 1: MF DOOM]
It ain't nothing like a fistful a cash or a bliss fulla the hash
That twist like a mustache, from end to end, spread it like a rash
From talking through your walkman or at your disco bash
Gimme the Timbs Rumplestiltskin brown
A metal face mask with a built in frown
A mic to tilt down, a hundred thousand pounds
And see how kilt sound like spilt milk clown
Cocoa butter on very ashy day fam
With Ray-Bans out on the islands of Cayman
Or I'll break it down for the layman
Bain de Soleil, for that St. Tropez tan
A can a ol' gold too cold to hold, slow ya roll
Keep on moving like Soul II Soul, hold the dough
Like a fool who stole pity y'all
From tryna go up against city hall titty bar
The black mic is like a red violin
Ok, everybody back to the lab, try again
Bloody rap game like leviathan
Leave a bad taste, killin' my high like niacin
Stop kiddin' middlemen need Ritalin
Hit mе with the full tin of gin and I'm a kid again
Keep the bong lightin' straight through the song writin'
Thе super-villain A.K.A the thong bitin', thats inviting all
To the recitin' thats dope and raw
Hoping all y'all come in peace and its open bar
Tear the roof off this bumba raasclaat
By the end of the night spaz like shazbot
I spilt a shot made the pen lines runny
An ill plot that's ten times Ben Stein money, funny
How he rip the scripts with a straight face
With more rhymes than is lines in ya database
Placing rappers in endangerment, who's reckless
With this food for thought sorta' like breakfast
You could mark it off as wreck on a checklist
Wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace
Shit, that there, could go to help buildin' daycares
Somebody say yeahh.. (yeahhh!)
Pay ya fares, give the Herbalizers their shares
And y'all could pay DOOM in beers; cheers!
It ain't nothing like a fistful a cash or a bliss fulla the hash
That twist like a mustache, from end to end, spread it like a rash
From talking through your walkman or at your disco bash
Gimme the Timbs Rumplestiltskin brown
A metal face mask with a built in frown
A mic to tilt down, a hundred thousand pounds
And see how kilt sound like spilt milk clown
Cocoa butter on very ashy day fam
With Ray-Bans out on the islands of Cayman
Or I'll break it down for the layman
Bain de Soleil, for that St. Tropez tan
A can a ol' gold too cold to hold, slow ya roll
Keep on moving like Soul II Soul, hold the dough
Like a fool who stole pity y'all
From tryna go up against city hall titty bar
The black mic is like a red violin
Ok, everybody back to the lab, try again
Bloody rap game like leviathan
Leave a bad taste, killin' my high like niacin
Stop kiddin' middlemen need Ritalin
Hit mе with the full tin of gin and I'm a kid again
Keep the bong lightin' straight through the song writin'
Thе super-villain A.K.A the thong bitin', thats inviting all
To the recitin' thats dope and raw
Hoping all y'all come in peace and its open bar
Tear the roof off this bumba raasclaat
By the end of the night spaz like shazbot
I spilt a shot made the pen lines runny
An ill plot that's ten times Ben Stein money, funny
How he rip the scripts with a straight face
With more rhymes than is lines in ya database
Placing rappers in endangerment, who's reckless
With this food for thought sorta' like breakfast
You could mark it off as wreck on a checklist
Wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace
Shit, that there, could go to help buildin' daycares
Somebody say yeahh.. (yeahhh!)
Pay ya fares, give the Herbalizers their shares
And y'all could pay DOOM in beers; cheers!
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