[Verse: MF DOOM]
He moves the crowd like a cursor on zoom
No curse words, DOOM the worst church nerd verse heard
Appeared blurred to a million true believers
He's the Super Villain, armed dealer to the divas
Catch, amongst other world scandals
Butter pearl handles to match your girl's sandals
Plan was hatched by a pack of old vandals
Who flag was a black and gold patch with bloody anvils
"Hit 'em to the head" was the motto
"And one more time to make sure them dead" – blakko!
When you throw blows in a knife fight Paco
That's how it goes in this Modern Life like Rocko
Clock dough, 24-7 cycle
When it comes to flows, he got more than a mic full
Pull a broad like a dyke bull on a long bid
You're messin with the wrong kids, Michael – it ain't Jack-son
For him to flip scripts like camera, action
Villain! Raw by the laws of attraction
For future generation's information - the black one
– Move the crowd like a Buddha cloud
The purple puff-puff-pass 'round the circle
A jerk well renowned for his work skill
He's out, the proof is the computer's down Urkel
Emcee a show via wi-fi
And paid way before we wrap it up like tie-dye
Hip-Hop sci-fi, you can see he had the eye
Of the tiger through the mask like the Fry Guy
Just made a baby Olmec dome check
Left some folks' ancestors home wreck
With blown backs, these lesser known facts thwart evil
It got no reason, like short people
No offense, his feet was burnt brass
Whenever he walked on the street, it turned glass
On his lucky rat's paw in the crap drawer
All the world's a stage, where's the trap door, slackjaw?
Logic, to keep your mind in the project
Drop the check, his job is to chop neck
That's just payback for noses, there's no psych though
What they don't know like Bo
Won't hurt diddley-squat
Got to be kiddin me, not
Seriously plot, to put a hit out on the G-spot
Gypped like Egypt out their kettles and they teapot
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