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!