MF DOOM (born 9 January 1971) is a British-born American underground hip hop artist best known for his "super villain" stage persona and unique lyrics.
- Only in America could you find a way to make a healthy buck
And still keep your attitude on self-destruct.
- This just in: they ain't even worth the worry
Lying on their first birth and couldn't even hurt a Smurfberry
Hear ye, hear ye! How dare ye
Go up against the king who do his thing tri-yearly?
They're too carefree with their mouths around here
Off with his head, and display it at Town Square
- Type to just blank and don't show much pitty
When I'm in the city I always keep a dutch with me
Touch her titty till she ask me where the trees is at
Or tell me don't squeeze that rats wanna tease a cat
- Viktor the director flip a script like Rob Reiner
The way a lotta dudes rhyme their name should be 'knob shiner'
For a buck, they'd likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck
To Vik it's no big deal, they're just a buncha knuckle-fucks.
- Confirmation of your worse fears
Ever since his first years had a thirst for beers.
- Remember me God? clean Timbs with emery board'
he only came to save the game like a memory card
ooh shrewd, alot of crews is too rude
and it's way too many 'let's not and say we do'-dudeshe said 24-7 I be on call
he use his vacation days to watch Babylon fall
- But back at the lab he found the sleestack was right
Not only was it three cracks of light between white
The test show lactose, ambisol, lecithin
Five types of aspirin and other kinds of medicines.
- That's for him to know, for they to never find out
About the kidnap, blind fold, and the blind mouse
The coroner report say he simply signed out, oh and I know
Y'all wanna see a wine-o? bring the wine out
Cat wit a dead mouse is how he catch the phrase and, pause, plays wit it
Kill it, and eat off it for days, kid it
- Listen up, new drink, named it after Chong's daughter
triple shot of 'gac, with the chaser of bong water
V a strong supporter
come on, bring the slaughter.
- Great balls of fire, guess who just crawled out the mud the mire
That could make you trust a motherfuckin' liar
A real shuck n' jiver, Vaughn never been a duck n diver
He spit on the mic, yuck, saliva
Hold it like a drunk driver hold a CB on a sharp turn
Still clutchin' his chest from the heartburn
What's your handle? I need a Zantac, ock
and thanks before I blank into anyphylactic shock"
- Stick 'em up chump, you know what this is
do the right thing you might live to see your kids
all he said was 'c'mon don't shoot!'
so shook I think he shit his sean jean suit
'why you starin?' run your chain like an errand
and your girls earrings, and what you wearin'
survival tactics for when things get too gritty
he feels it's his duty to the people of the city
just so long as nobody get hurt
it keep your average citizen on point and alert"
'ok miss, come up off that bracelet
just got your hair did don't make me waste it'
so, go to hades get the devil for his stash
but no old ladies unless you're sure they carry mad cash
like the one from the liquor store
he watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score
before he told her whore get on the floor
she pulled out and let off like quick draw mcgraw
damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo
he would've let her have it, if he had the ammo
it's all in good fun, true, moral of the story, son duke:
senior citizens'll bust their guns too
- (How far?) The distance was light-speed
He went to see a buddy who said he had some white weed
In case it might need, it didn't mean much
For in his lean clutch was the elusive green Dutch
- One day, he plan to put in a runway
With enough land for his own projects and gun play
Section 8 penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway
Alotta y'all assed out like gay runaways"
...Gooey gum drops, who he got his style from, his pops?
you gotta give the bum some props
ask ya sister, her beat box is more thicker
Doom, that nigga detox with malt liquor
Villain for hire, admire the sound
Make sure The Price Is Right before he come on down!"
...The way alotta clowns get down is unnatural
This flows flipped like 'oranges, apples'
Rhymes like limes to a Lemonade Snapple
Leave her at the chapel, don't eat Scrapple
- Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder
Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft street minor
China was a neat sign of trouble with a script, digits
Double dip/bubble lips, subtle lisp midget
Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though
Pour the wine, hold the grind, quarter to nine, let's go
- Do not stand still, both show skills
Close but no crills, toast for po' ills, post no bills
Coast to coast Joe Shmoes flows ill, go chill
Not supposed to overdose, no 'doz pills
- The mask is like Jason
They told the place not to let the basket type case in
He could be some kind of wacko
Waiting for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack hoe
- If I had a dime for every rhymer that bust guns
I'll have a cool mil' for my sons in trust funds
- What we have here is a failure to communicate
If you gonna hate, might at least get your rumors straight
about Doom the Great, a lot more confident
Came a long way since the days we had to rhyme for rent
It was time well spent, vented
Spelt and dented, hell-bented and heaven-scented
- Looked like Apollo Creed after he fought with Rocky
Rhymed in a broken english slang, not cockney
Thirteen, his first queen wore hot knock knees
Had to tell her pops, yo stop cockblockin B