It Ain't Nuttin'

[Intro] (He's a shady character, what's his name?) Oh wait now, got his card here Yea I got it in my pocket, now, let me see Oh yes, here it is (DOOM... I see) MF DOOM: It ain't nuttin' like, Hip Hop music [Verse: MF DOOM] It ain't nuttin' like a fist full of cash or a bliss full of the hash That twist like a mustache, from end to end, spread it like a rash From talkin' through your Walkman or at your disco bash Give me the Timbs Rumpelstiltskin 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 the Saint-Tropez... tannnn A can a old gold, too cold to hold, slow your roll Keep on movin' 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 Okay, 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 me with the full tin of gin and I'm a kid again Keep the bong lightin' straight through the song writin' The Supervillain AKA the thong bitin' Is invitin' all to the recitin' that's dope and raw Hopin' all y'all come in peace and it's open bar Tear the roof off this Bumba Ras Clot By the end of the night, spazz like Shazbot I spilt a shot, made the pen lines runny An ill plot that's ten times Ben Stein’s money Funny how he rip scripts with a straight face With more rhymes than is lines in your database Placin' rappers in endangerment, who's reckless With this food for thought sort of like breakfast You could mark it off as wreck on the checklist Wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace Shit, that ten could go to help buildin' daycares Somebody say yeah (yeah!) Pay your fares, give the Herbalisers their shares And y'all could pay DOOM in beers, cheers!