[Intro]

(He's a shady character, what's his name?)

Oh wait now, got his card here

Yea I got it in my pocket, now, let me see

Oh yes, here it is

(DOOM... I see)

MF DOOM: It ain't nuttin' like, Hip Hop music

[Verse: MF DOOM]

It ain't nuttin' like a fist full of cash or a bliss full of the hash

That twist like a mustache, from end to end, spread it like a rash

From talkin' through your Walkman or at your disco bash

Give me the Timbs Rumpelstiltskin brown

A metal face mask with a built in frown

A mic to tilt down, a hundred thousand pounds

And see how kilt sound like spilt milk clown

Cocoa butter on very ashy day, fam

With Ray-Bans out on the islands of Cayman

Or I'll break it down for the layman

Bain De Soleil for the Saint-Tropez... tannnn

A can a old gold, too cold to hold, slow your roll

Keep on movin' like Soul II Soul

Hold the dough like a fool who stole pity y'all

From tryna go up against city hall titty bar

The black mic is like a red violin

Okay, everybody back to the lab, try again

Bloody rap game like Leviathan

Leave a bad taste, killin' my high like Niacin

Stop kiddin' middlemen need Ritalin

Hit me with the full tin of gin and I'm a kid again

Keep the bong lightin' straight through the song writin'

The Supervillain AKA the thong bitin'

Is invitin' all to the recitin' that's dope and raw

Hopin' all y'all come in peace and it's open bar

Tear the roof off this Bumba Ras Clot

By the end of the night, spazz like Shazbot

I spilt a shot, made the pen lines runny

An ill plot that's ten times Ben Stein’s money

Funny how he rip scripts with a straight face

With more rhymes than is lines in your database

Placin' rappers in endangerment, who's reckless

With this food for thought sort of like breakfast

You could mark it off as wreck on the checklist

Wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace

Shit, that ten could go to help buildin' daycares

Somebody say yeah (yeah!)

Pay your fares, give the Herbalisers their shares

And y'all could pay DOOM in beers, cheers!