[Intro: MF Doom singing] It never really mattered too much me Cause I was just too damn old to m.c All that really mattered is if your rhymes was ill Girl, that's all that really mattered to me, oh baby
[MF Doom] Looks like it's gonna be a great day today To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway Hey you, got a light? nah, a Bud Light Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight Looky here, it's just the way the cookie tear Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year The rocket scientist, with a pocket wine list Some even say he might need some puss-psychiatrist Doom, are you pondering what I'm pondering? Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering? She's like a foundling, barely worth fondling My posse's on raw really momma I want to sing Mad plays the bass like the race card Villain on the case 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 Uh, what is jalapenas Get it like a whuppin' when you holla at your seniors Dolla he 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 fridges Spit so many verses sometimes my jaw twitches One thing this party could use is more.. Booze, put yourself in your own shoes And stay away from all those pairs of busted Tims you don't use He only keep 'em to decorate If you wanna peep him select a date And bring a deep check like checkmate I kid you not, on the dotted line signed Ever since a minor, kids considered him some kind of Einstein On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine But not quite the type that you might want to 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: "True blue acoustics" Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lowry seasoning With micropower he's sound and right reasoning Easy as Pi, three point one four One more one false move and they're done for
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