[MF Doom] Scared of a bunch of water, then get out the rain Order a rapper for lunch and spit out the chain Then kick a lungee of the tip of his Timbo And trick a honey dip into a game of strip limbo Odd - he couldn't find no remorse A wink is as good as a nod to a blind horse Of course his technique was from a divine source Never knew the price of ice, or what swine cost One guy tried to bite the heat That's when he discovered the other other white meat Ohhhh! The one they hate so well He sure keeps it psycho like the old Bates Motel They came to ask him for at least some new tracks But only got confronted by the beast with two backs Knock - Mouse is a made man Villain laid it down like the best laid plan Belle the Cat, who the hell is that near the middle Got y'all but it's not all beer and Skittles Prepare the vittles, got riddles and spittles Crystal clear to the jot, or the tittle Sssst! It's hot off the griddle Came to take the cake whether it's a lot, or a little Kaboom; Doom is nervous large You could tell by his blooming room service charge ... Dark and tall to boot The only thing was wrong was he was bald as a coot Used to rent a van from Peter Pan, the red and tan And keep the human foot for his dead man's hand This was when the mask was brand spanking new Before it got rusted, from dranking all the brew {*sniffing*} Stanking too, pew Kept all his earnings in the bank and his shoe Spat what he knew, energy for true To all fake rappers, twenty-three skidoo Excuse you, any room in the class front? For a blast of the blunt, shrooming since last month Doom a human in the Mask, born to stunt Danger zooming past mad fast on the hunt Keep your streets, we got the city neatly conquered Discretely with the CD till they be completely bonkered The fans demanded it, handled it, swallow it His own brand of shit, if only he could bottle it Hmm... Nah, shit could get messy The feds tried to tortue him for the secret recipe He said it's no use, I only know half No speaka de english, I only do the math ... BZZT! Felt no pain His brain was saturated with cocaine and Rogaine He said - try scan, no thing, three-card dead Fly man go for bling, he got bled I jam over sting, see spots red I am "Sofa King, We Todd Ed"