Mince Meat

[Verse 1: MF DOOM] The Villain ain't rhymin' off bread alone Let him get some cognac, a mic and a headphone Smoke and 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 take 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 it, sold and repped it, everytime he saw ya Tryin' to douse a pinch of weed in a frat street house I'll make mince meat out of thatbeat, Mouse! [Verse 2: 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 with vocal Danger made the beat, get a freak to do the bogle No bull, everything they 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 his fro was mills and double dollars Vil spilled muddled flows that befuddled 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 I'll make mince meat out of thatbeat, Mouse! [Verse 3: MF DOOM] Tap ya toe, rhymin' 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 for 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 out-sly a fox For a chicken pot pie, thinkin' outside the box Would love 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 Off a DAT tape of rap, country or deep house I'll make mince meat out of thatbeat, Mouse!