[Intro: MF DOOM]
It never really mattered too much to me
That I was just too damn old to MC
All that really matters is if your rhymes was ill
Girl, that's all that really mattered to me, oh, baby
[Verse: MF DOOM]
Looks like it's gonna be a great day today
To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway (Pyoom)
Hey, you, got a light? Nah, a Bud Light
Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight
Looky here, it's just the way the cookie tear
Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle, rookie year
The rocket scientist, with the pocket wine list
Some even say he might need some psychiatrist
DOOM, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering?
She's like a foundling, barely worth fondling
My posse's on Broadway like Mama, I Want to Sing!
Mad plays the bass like the race card
Villain on the case to break shards and leave her face scarred
Groovy, dude, not to prove to be rude
But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food
Uh, what is jalapeños?
Get it like a whoopin' when you holler at your seniors
Dollar, he can overhear the hashish fiender
He just came from over there, the grass is greener
Last wish, I wish I had two more wishes
And I wish they fixed the door to the matrix, there's mad glitches
Spit so many verses, sometimes, my jaw twitches
One thing this party could use is more— (Ahem) Booze
Put yourself in your own shoes
And stay away from all those pairs of busted Timbs you don't use
He only keep 'em to decorate
If you wanna, peep him, select a date
And bring a deep check, like "Check, mate"
I kid you not, on the dotted line signed
Ever since a minor, kids considered him some kind of Einstein
On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine
But not quite the type that you might wanna wine and dine
Couldn't find a pen, had to think of a new trick
This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick
On second thought, it's too thick
His assistant said, "DOOM, you sick"
He said, "True," through acoustics
Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lawry's seasoning
With micro power, he's sound and right reasoning
It's easy as pi, three-point-one-four
One more one false move and they done for
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