Trap Door

[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