[Intro: MF DOOM & friend]
(Man, that's what I'm doing...)
(Man, you know, you want some of that motherfucking homie)
(Nah, I'm... straight)
Hey there boys and girls!
Let me know if y'all with me y'all
[Verse: MF DOOM]
I only play the games that I win at
And stay the same with more rhymes than there's ways to skin cats
As a matter of fact, let me rephrase
With more rhymes than ways to fillet felines these days
Watch the path of the black one, Super-villain
Who wrecks clubs for delf in a drunken stupor chillin'
Ready and willin' to inadvertently foil that
Plan of the rhymers, they be whiners like spoiled brats
Who got more snidey-er flows and snotty nose
And holds mics like he knows karate body blows?
Nobody knows– the trouble I see from the MPV
Fly dirty tailin' the bubble eye thirty
For the record, this is some shit I just thought of, y'all
It's science fiction that's not permissible in no court of law
I live to rock mics in 3D
The only reason I see to stop is snuff the TV
I heard beats that sound like karaoke with monkey rhymers on a leash
Like, "Don't let this nigga choke me"
Hit 'em with a penny, so we could get these peanuts
And I thought we was nuts, I used to get free cuts
They locked Lex Luthor up in Green Haven
Since when– a nigga never really been clean-shaven
Misbehavin' rap stars need Listermint
Call me Mr. Bent, I'm at where your sister went
Intelligent – used to write and be well-spoke
Now all a nigga wanna do is fight and sell–("Hey!") ...and tell joke
This could lead to catastrophe
'Bout to stop the violence right after these last of three
Shots from the black bat that got me at headlock
Holdin' on to sanity by strands of bitch dreadlock
She told me, "Get off!" – I said "[*psh*] Bitch!
Let me set this shit off, so I could get rich"
So then this shit hit me like the point of intoxication
I'ma come out and rock this nation like ox defacing
A lot of niggas out is rusty like oxidation
In this world's strangest, most dangerous occupation (Wow!)
I could do it, I'm the Super like in your building
Villain like trife Kinder is in All My Children
Plottin', and it's sure to pay ends
With some real mature womens and some more of they friends
When bad men roll tight, it's actual true
Like a pack of big Bambú with natural glue
Who grip necks of deuce-deuce triple X?
He just came from 4D, follow the ripple effects
And it'll lead you right to him – oh, snap!
It seems you've walked into a trap through rap
Zoinks! This place is filled with pretender willies
One false move and get broke off like end of Phillies
Yes, true believers, ain't nothing new to a–
Crook with special powers, like how to tell the future, "Uh, uh..." (Uh, uh...)
I picture Rhyme Of The Month, two page long
I'm in it with two gauges and my cape on wrong
Son, it's on, it's like a Raekwon tape song
With a fleet of superbad bitches, status: Rae Dawn Chong
Let me know if y'all with me, y'all ("Hey!")
It's national and geographic, down to the titty ball
[Outro 1: MF DOOM]
(Uh, yup, yup...)
I represents M.I. City, y'all
To my man Wiz doing his unsettling bids
You woulda got away if it was not for them meddling kids
"Over here!"
M'er F'ers!
"Hey!"
[Outro 2: someone other than DOOM]
{*drunk freestyling, mixed mad quiet*}
"Hey!"
At all times, nigga
Niggas get smacked up, backed up, with gats strapped up
Huh huh, hahaha...
"Huh?!?"
