3.214

[Intro]

I know ya, like it here

The hard thing's, returning

[Verse: MF DOOM]

Look's like it's gonna be a great day today

To get some fresh air like a stray on a straight away

Hey you, got a light, nah a bud light

Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight

Lookie 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 p-sychiatrist

Doom, are you pondering what I'm pondering

Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering

She's just a foundling barely worth fondling

My posse's on Broadway like "Mama I Want To Sing!"

Mad plays the base like the race card

Villain in the place 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

Ugh, what is jalapeños

Get it like a whooping when you holla at your seniors

Dolla you can overhear the hashish vena

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's mad glitches

Flip so many verses sometime my jaw twitches

One thing this party could use is more . . . booze

Put yourself in your own shoes

And stay away from all the pairs of busted Tim's you dont use

He only keep 'em to decorate

If you wanna peep 'em select a date

And bring a deep check like checkmate

I kid you not on the dotted line sign

Ever since a minor kids consider 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, "Truth through acoustics"

Psycho; the flow is drowned in lowry seasoning

With micro power he sound in right reasoning

It's easy as pi: 3.14

One more one false move and they done for