Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and Won't stop rockin til he clocked in a gazzillion grand Tillin' the wasteland sands Rap sold backs of treasure maps stacks to the ceilin' fan He rest when he's ashes Ask em after ten miles of his goulashes, smashes stashes Chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster They supposed 'ta know, it show when his aura glow Get from out the row, when he get dough it's horrible Time is money spend, waste, save, invest to fess From ten case a cave with chicken chest S Yes ya'll but don't forget your trickles The best ballers pitch in and rub together nickels But tut tut, he about to change the price again It go up each time, he blow up like hydrogen Villain here, havin' one thrilling affair It won't stop, top illin' til he a gazillionaire Grillin' stare, yeah ya boy had drama Got em on a mental plane, avoided bad karma Once sold a inbred skinhead a nigga joke Plus a brand new chrome smokin' with the triggers broke I thought I told em firing pins was separate He find out later when he tries to go an rep it Took a Jehovah money for a Arabic Torah Charged in advance, translate it and ignored it sorta One monkey don't stop no slaughta A junkie want ta cop a quarter ton, run for the border Know the drill, it ain't worth the overkill Flow skill, still, there's no thrill Villain burn ya 10K bills in his villa Villa, when it gets realer, split the skrilla with Dilla, (Dilla) mix, mix, mix Do a deal for kicks and get rich quick Sketch lyric, bet 'cha bottom nick on some vic Ick from the drumstick, come with the dumb stick Sick slick, hid in a book The only way they find it if it's spittin' in a hook Listen, don't look now, keep walkin' Traded three beans for this cow, cheap talkin' Hawk men, stalkin', hit a weed, hawkin' often Cough into a coffin, might as well scoff the pork then He's like Wharf, some say stronger though Off the top J strong bow, play along bro Wear a mask like yo off the Gong Show Flow slow as Mongo, Don Juan thong pro For ya info when he's not practicin' Jim Crow A actress and some nympho bimbo He's playin' Ray Jay the old tape DOOM, well what can I say like JJ in a gold cape Fill it to the rim like brim Villain and ya won't find him in no gym Probably a foggy bog with the frogs With a dot on the guard as he squat on log Half cocked and half baked Used to keep a full stock of work half rocked and half shaked My mistake, silent track agreement For more G's than lines and cracks in the cement In any event it's fake like wrestlin' Get em like Keak da Sneak on mescaline Ahem, elixir for the dry throat Tried to hit the high note, Villain's just a itsy bitsy zygote By remote, send in the meat wagon Braggin' MC's packed in with they feets draggin' These stats are staggerin' Had his PHD in indiscreet street hagglin' Villain, his agenda is clear Endin' this year with dividends to spare, here It's not meant for the scene Went through the celin' after enterin' his center bein' A new meanin' to sales through the roof Guaranteed raw and saw his truth is truth, proof It's the return of the tramp Who'll do a duet jam with Earnest Goes to Camp For the right earn, nahmean like Vern We need some more oil for the machines to burn, learn Jiminy crickets, he gets lucky like winnin' free tickets off simply lyrics One mans waste is another mans soap Sons fan base, know the brotha man's dope A real weirdo, with a bug rear flow And the way his hair grow was ugly as a scarecrow He wears a mask so the charge won't grab On a rooftop with a large stone slab Heads up, talk white and thought niggerous Refuse to walk tight and got his off the figure'ish Black licorice is equally as yucky How he handle the money was strictly Dan Stucky Monkey hustle, man on fire Later for the date than the hadron collider And cost more, if it's seemin' like a style DOOM leave the competition steamin' like a pile Smile, ding! Sparkling jewels, in effect like alternate side of the street parkin' rules Fools, the roach is never dead Live for a week, then dehydrate with a severed head, instead It was depicted as Flik did Split, the wick's lit

They're mostly all on dork mode Molder than pork glow Foretold, feed 'em a whole fork load More bones than old in front of The store where it's more cold Made more gold probably than all The box of horse show Copped, threw some rocks up Under the door mold Fiend picked the lock, squat Shit was a foreclose Villain, more racks than triple X pornos One fall through the crack He comin' back to get all those They lying, straight faced Stay intact with a long nose You can't change that (You know) how the song goes Thicker than the spinners with Dudes who drawing pinners Of dirt weed, Manilla envelopes Tinfoil TV dinners We're all beginners, touch soil in the winter Stash box of fresh Timbs, top grill All glimmer Shine burn your eye if you try to fly Could be your turn to fry If you burn the pie, bye D-O-P-E, and I'm gonna show you how Don't you DOOM D-O-P-E, and (And he's hammered) On his tip toes, no less, and he's hammered Left the session bent with the Stench of excess hemp He so fire, check his temp I represent like Shawn Kemp Due is paid, no Detlef, shout to Schrempf I'm a pacer, mind-eraser Money chaser, 7L track lacer My whole camp fire, something like a Webelo And even though your words go unheard Like the T in Pinot Grigio I gotta cut you short like The 2020 season bro Loyalty is second nature like breathing is But trust could be a plus See some allegiances Could be as deceiving as cleavage is Put it together where the fake We'll see how deep it is How GiGi Hadid it is I do lead the league in this Now I got the key to this Culture like a Petri dish, shit Don't let me speak to this kid Who ain't half as hard, living a rap facade Want CZAR? Cut the check like Stabbing a cat from Prague We came, we came don't you (Aight, yo) And he's hammered On his tip toes no less, and he's hammered You don't stop One, two in the place, you don't stop (CZAR) CZARFACE (DOOM, you don't stop) One, two in the place, you don't stop (CZAR) Super what? Every hero needs an action figure And when it's CZARFACE, it has to be super Super What? Super Seven Be sure to grab the brand New CZARFACE reaction retro figure Available at Super7com Boom, boom, boom, bang, bang, bang

The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard Take it from the Tec-9 holder Dead bent, but don't know their neck shine from Shinola Everything that glitters ain't fish scale Let me think, don't let her faint get Ishmael A shot of Jack got her back, it's not an act stack Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack- clack-blocka Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa Start shit stoppa be a smart shoppa Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay But who'd a know there's two mo' that wonder where the shooter go 'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em Let 'em spit venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice We make the joints, that make 'em spread 'em butter moist Man, please, the stage is made of panties From the age of baby hoochies, on to the grannies Hand me the dough rake, daddy The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake For fake, if he was, Anita Baker's man He'd take her for her masters, hit it once and shake her hand On some ol' thank ya ma'am an' ghost her She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster A whole host of roller coaster riders Not enough tracks (is it?) Hot enuff black (for ya) It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals Who shot ya? Ooh, got you new spots to vandal? Do not stand still, boast 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-dose pills Off pride tikes now talk wide though scar meat Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet Told ya, on some get-rich shit As he get older, he gets colder than a witch tit This is it, make no mistakes Where my nigga go? Figaro, Figaro All these beats and my rhymes attack A scary act All black like, Miss Mary Mack Wait 'til you see 'em live on the piano Doom sings soprano like uno dos y'ano My momma told me Blast him and pass her her glass of Ol' E Not to be troublesome But I could sure use a quick shot of double rum No stick of bubble gum I like ice cream We could skip the wedding Have a nice dream She only let him stick the head in

Jumping to a conclusion, could stunt your evolution Like the trees, dumped into some dust, blunt fusion Old cocktail of mine, chemicals derail time It's all good, as long's he ain't inhaling swine Dare decline, scared money makes none Take one, you should've flushed before the jakes come Oh shart, specialty is flow art Smart, but go in circles like a go-kart Yeah, don't start, make 'em have to finish Just bounce like gold-diggers Once the dough diminish Phony, it gets lonely at the finish (yup) You see some deal dope, others steal hope What's revealed is of a certain feel - grope Yellow moist mushie, banana peeled coke At worst, could not be confused with real soap Nope, you see disaster is intended In the face of truth, don't ever be offended Overstand the past to get a grasp of the present (psst) I make it faster than you spends it End it

Chain smokin' beedies 'til his brain's broken completely Get back on his feet, work out and eat some Wheaties Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't fathom Had 'em in the cobra clutch, when he spat the mad hymn gems Collection of brats, timbs and hats Had no time for the pitty pat, I'll give 'em that The rhythm hit em back with a right hook Shook it off, quarter shiner, thought it was a aight look Depends on the shades, the end of days fades Pretenders lay in dazes on stages Doom malaise Eat it up, microphone, microwave mayonnaise His own way was strange but it matters not Tuned into a frequency tone that shattered rock Hold it down like Shatner do Spock Rapper jocks, need to put a sock in they chatter box The block got lied to VIAC stock Folks gather round it's no joke like knock knock It's them, they came home to roost ya'll And watch em transform the game to the rules of foosball She's too small. Any questions? Him could squeeze blood from a penny in a recession Keep guessin' It gets deeper than depression The power of suggestion awake or sleep, peep the lesson Dig that beat Ripped it with metal fingers and stomped it with big fat feet And you know what they say: cut the hay Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated, but today it's all grey Metallic wood or ruby stone Rude like the type of dude you could write a movie on Hardcore porn, did his own stunts Read his own rhymes, and split his own blunts Once, in a while, every other minute Eyes pop out, Popeye, heavy on the spinach Steady on his business, and ready with a ill pitch Keep some bad bills niche like Denny Wills & Mill snitch No hitch, just a shitload of spit and sneeze Strictly G's stackin up, off the rack the hidden fees Rappers like the gay club strip tease With hippies on the yip sayin "hey bub grip these" They screamin' for attention Deemin' at the mention of a scary demon convention You could cut the tension wit a switchblade And serve it on a same plate of hors d'oeuvres a witch made Filleted, persuaded the chamber maid To bet her paycheck on a get naked game of spades Straight up, no chaser, no layaways Coursin' fate, taste of microwave mayonnaise

More rhyming, pure diamond, tore hymen, poor timing Raw lining, Paul Simon touring, I'm in Boring type an, snoring pipe when, hyper than four hype men Excited writing, trifling times ten, long stay Songs play, gone haywire, wrong way on the interstate, integrate all day It's just a small phase, that's what them all say Then fall prey in a mini-mall hallway Meant to be sold not told to friendly enemies Remember these intentionally, empathy please Silent moment, violent prone atonement, miles a minute on a microphone Own rent, loan spent No debt, ass bet, fast get cash jet Master mix smash, asterisk, stashed it, last not least Pass the pot of hot grease Geese shot, not easily spotted, plot cease, snot release Hold your insulting tongue and mark his words well Or end up to the curb and shocked by third rail Get the message by bird mail or turds flail Villain man best nerd male ya heard wail An absurd tale of books, nooks and crannys Before she look he have his fancy hooks in them granny panties, a plan B When in Rome, go back home and get real dome From a well known crack gnome He talk to his self when he need someone to hate on The black McCain campaign negative debate-a-thon Gone wrong on a song Who's zooming who? Knew it was you Doom all along Ever since he first started the art it's been worth it Soon to charter a stint on part of the chitlin circuit Word kid! Get your ticket from the telepath Wikit wickit wickit! On electroencephalograph Villain, nice to meet you You born like this?

I sip a hot tea Watchin' Archie flip on Meathead And left the page Rip Torn writin' what the beat said On the mic he's heat-red Ghetto and street-bred All crooked DTs and feds can eat Lead, wheat, and gluten free,  he Is who he is, is who he be Mind your biz for me It could even help you in the long run What good's a song if the jawn's no fun, son? Shogun, invisible armor level 5 Couldn't penetrate the bomber With your llama, stay alive Playin' jive, beamin' on the telemetry Old enough to be your uncle, prime time MC Although prefer the term "rhymer" Third-timer slurred word primer, dime a mama And make sure it stay tight, it's only right Own the daylight and the night life They bite trife From thug to bug to happy-go-lucky shit Ask him Do he really give a fuck-shit? Tuck it No ice bucket list, suck it Struck a nugget, duck, kid

Listerine green jars, sick cleans, jallad be a enma Thick queens, mamma mia robs jalapeno peppers Click mean large, brick seen mirage is ours Quick mean caus, strict Din, Allah Make your quota, check your clock shock taqua Concoct the potion, blue liner lotion, call it aqua Tock you on watch, sure ahk- sallat tirakat Four to roll in extorter mode, loose spot too hot Here you go ma, for you boo, that's coco mango She let her hang go, her man said "Yo no tango" Bangles jangle, no gangs is tranquill Blank grill, real shank steel, bankroll ankle F to the N and R, two thiefs are bummin a car But never had no beef so Alhamdulillah Inshallah any duties, top grillers, no Mercedes sign Bubble nuggets with the ruby, Cop Killer '89 On a line on the third like Lupin Word is a bond that's honored don, shukran afwan Ram te ek daan Livin sunnah of the prophet Muhammad, alayhi salaam

I could understand it V the beat bandit who bring heat for the mic, unhand it Whoever go after burn they hands and lips A lot of rappers ran and abandoned they whips It's just another day in the Dunya Don't leave your girl around V he might swoon her Up under the window serenade her like a crooner Stay ahead of the game and cut her off sooner rather later Use her to gather data Scoop her in the butter soft moon roof Navigator Or the Land or the Lex or the Benz 116th by the hour from the Africans But they won't let you push 'em One tried to get fly I almost had to mush him If I wanted to rob him I would have wore a mask Hit him with the four, took the dough and tore ass Want not, waste not, front not They didn't see him dip into the 50 cent blunt spot V walked the town with space boots, space suits Fucked up cut but she still say his face cute Told the streets, "What you staring at?" The sewer cap opened up and said, "Why you wearing that?" He said, "Oh you wanna snap, piss-face? The way you be in everybody business is a disgrace!" At the park gates, "Hark who goes there?" "It's V, the MC who's nasty as nose hair" "You may go", He said, "You should have been say so!" Tipped him in cash, an Argentinian Peso "There you go my good man, buy something nice for the seed And please keep it moving twice the speed Consider that your fair warn Or else I'll bring it to ya express like Airborne" Vaughn, drop a turd on the beat And shout out that little bird from the Word on the Street He write "VIK" in a sick demented handstyle And go bombing with a chick who whipped the rented van while All he say is, "You nuts" He really had enough of poo putts and crew cuts, soup's on! And I got a coupon Chinese restaurant asking for the grey poupon He said, "No! Duck sauce, soy sauce! And this ain't no Burger King so you don't get no toy, boss" Oh-oh it's beer o'clock I think I'm sober "How 'bout we think this over over a can of King Cobra?" (Ok) You ain't nicer than the lunatic sheister Aka the Vikster, or the Vikmeister He wonders should he get a baldie Or keep his edge up, V-shaped like Mamuwalde That is the question They wonder why he always wear hats in the sessions (Listen up) new drink, named it after Chong daughter Triple shot of 'gnac with a chaser of bong water V a strong supporter Triple shot of 'gnac with a chaser of bong water (I dare ya) C'mon bring the slaughter (Y'all scared!)

The flow is towin', precision as a afro trim All big letters but it isn't no acronym Smacked the thin grin off a chin for crack smokin' DDT the first bar, leave this track back broken Chrome grown men doin business with Anglo sax and them Lackin' swing but that banjo's so relaxin' As the wax spin Hackin' axes in the wind pretend it's just a pen See if you could pencil 'em in Tense, mention men their honor fenced in Sensed it is tends The wheels fall off, then it's the end Don't get keelhauled in, Villain always been Feel real genuine ballskin' Not to call the whole crowd out, it's just a few chumps And you know who you are like a shout out Place 'em in your loud mouth and taste 'em like a pastry Waste of space, face hastily, bow out gracefully Disappear, reappear, disappear again Villain not is "hair", he's no Afro-American If that's the case, he be a bald-headed African Takin all the credit and jetted, astro-travellin' Turn the man into a mannequin for Affleck-in And bein tough actin, tinactin' bluff jackin' He's wears a mask so when he dawns his face Each and every race, could absorb the bass In the place to be Don't believe the hyperbole It's like a murder spree, get sniped verbally Beat in the head with lead pipe languages For street cred, leave 'em for dead, in anguishness The slang suggest it was the guy in the glasses And came to help the people with they minds in they asses And set trippin', get a grip like Spaulding These walls is thin, feel genuine ballskin'

The beat is sicker than the blood in your stool The way it repeats can trick ya like a stuttering fool Uttering butter king jewels His mudda been cool Schooled on how to wash away the crud in the drool pool Made his chrome dome glisten At first he couldn't tell she had a chromosome missin' Kept a spare somewhere In these underwear, he swear To helped her get the gum out her hair They need to get they thumb out they rears And show some skills the one time they come out in years Instead of dumbin' out in fears of they own shadow In a game that swell 'em up to dead 'em like cattle Take your rattle and skadaddle Before you get a whippin' with the pen and pad paddle Ghouls, got 'em modeling gear He came with more rhymes than molecules in air The track was like a thorn in his back As for the rhymes, I'll give y'all fair warnin', it's crack Whoever start smokin', come back Quit, or catch a heart attack up in some bum shack Sharper than a thumb tack His body was a temple made of chemicals to the dimple To him still it wasn't so simple Kept his right and left hand beefin' One knockin' teeth in, the other one chiefin' But first, this song'll make you wanna stomp ya ten toes Swooped up hooptie Pinto off a pimp my whip Before they put the system in and had it all stripped It ain't no need to trip Indeed he ripped scripts from here to Jebip Get a grip, leave it a dag mess for beer Burnin' like a bag of schwag cess in the air

Wrote this rhyme straight across Clowns sure to take a loss You know they jealous If behind his back they ever say he soft Spin back around, quick! Confront 'em and they play it off Young and the world is full of it Forge ahead, stay the course At the bar, who's buying? Been in the game so long He can tell when DOOM's lying Sneaky pricks sure to get hit with a ball of spit Nah, keeps his integrity, all of it Must be too strong for tugging spirits Guess everything is fair in love, and lust, and lyrics Kinda fancy as suckers hide behind the bread To the point that the hammer be behind the head Fire kid, bang! Cocky since the power think they running shit By the hour dissipating into nothingness Villain up in this bitch, with a bottle It's empty, it won't go to waste Zero empathy Ambulance is rushing you Insurance paid deductibles Ninja Turtles backpack, .38 next to my Lunchables Took 'em to the sweet suite I made a drink, no Doctor Huxtable Benzy got massage seats but a bitch can't get too comfortable My bottom line and my revenue Man that's the only thing that ever resonates Larry Fishburne, deep cover hoe Sit back and watch a nigga medicate How the fuck is rehabilitation When you tossing youngings to the prison gates? I ain't kill 'em, I just shot him in the face But they gon' give me 20 if I violate God damn, nigga Might have to come out that mask if you snort a line of this Bitch I'm half man, half cocaine in a pissy staircase Serving gigas in a dirty kitchen cooking up Christina Got it from a Mexican off Alameda Told the homie we can swap it out He gave me two bricks for the two-seater Put a Steve Young in a 2 litre Niggas having seizures, bitch I'm through leaning I cannot afford to sleep out on the streets Niggas tie you on the news leaking Put a nigga face up on the news station Wanna TMZ me eating tortellini Maserati keep me central hoe don't see me I'm the Don call me Freddie Gandolfini Nigga what, nigga Zero Empathy

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 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 like a foundling, barely worth fondling My posse's on Broadway like Mama 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 jalapeños? 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, there's mad glitches 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 Timbs you don't use He only keep 'em to decorate If you wanna peep him, select a date And bring a deep check, like "Check, mate" 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" through acoustics Psycho, his flow is drowned in Lawry's seasoning With micropower he's sound and right reasoning It's easy as pi, 3.14 One more one false move and they're done for

It's the beat He hear it in his sleep sometimes Blare it in your jeep so your peoples can stare at them rhymes Real rhymes not your everyday hologram Even when ribs was touchin' never swallowed the ham He'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad It might need salt like your man's bland ballad A lot of stuff happens that the news won't tell yous Blues on L juice Snooze, all hell loose Rake it Take it like the good, the bad, the ugly Break it, rollin' through ya hood in the caddy buggy Butter softly, leather flossy, fatty juggy Always threw me off when she told me "Daddy funk me" I'm like anywho's Seeds walkin' all out in street with out any shoes I guess it's better than some funky socks You need to get her some skips before she catch the monkey pox Instead she wanna hear the beatbox Take pills and make fake krills as sheetrock Sing it Bring it, back to your laboratory While he's in his oratory Glorious like a horror story The mask is like Jason They told the place not to let the basket type case in He could be some kind of wacko Waitin' for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack ho He busted in Blessed be the Lord Who believe any mess they read up on a message board If so, I got bridges for the low low Same bitch'll a go dry snitchin' to the popo Here, orange peel stogs for the whole tier Feel like I've been gone over a year, came home to old gear It was the shit when I first scooped it At least I get to sit out in New York and curse stupid Plead the fifth Sip wine stiffly Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy Gift for the grind Criminal mind shifty Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty Well edjumacated He heard it when he meditated in deep theta Let her hate the creep later Dedicated cheap skata who keeps data Stay he stay self medicated to sleep later Side effects is similar to sugar pill Whoever go next on the mic he put a booger eww And made his exit on some calm shit Begged him on the regular for kegs of more vomitspit

A modern day marvel but terrible, better horrible When he grab the mic from son he crushed up all his metacarpals He said he ain't mean it, totally by accident After the show, he didn't follow where y'all taxi went Will this be available on wax? Ask Max Mill They on the opposition to his ass wack tax bill But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant And super like 1-A, have a fun stay 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 ass out like gay runaways It's how they say "semi-risque" All day everyday, give out Emmy's the quick way Have the average MC say, "Gimme a sick day!" They really ain't got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch In school, he kept a doo-rag in his bag lunch Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit and spit He writ this skit in Sanskrit If the pants fit, sport 'em but rock 'em low Your man like Rollo on the slow, can't knock it though It's like the same hustle bro, two knuckles glow Tucked in Le Tigre, just let the name buckle show Good googly moogly, see that loogie? Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley You don't watch her, he might house her [Howser] like Doogie Just to cut her loosie like *swoosh* Mitsurugi 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! Rappers be on some, "You you you!" Forgot who they talking too, too much pork stew They need to not come out with nothing new Blew the whole shit up on some, "What this button do?" Doom cheat the game like walk-thru Run 'em, son 'em like Mr. Rourke do Tattoo The way alotta clowns get down is unnatural This flow flip like oranges, apples Rhymes like limes to a Lemonade Snapple Leave her at the chapel, don't eat scrapple First thing they notice when they come to is they bling is gone Then they start remembering the Klingon with the rings on In came the Villain with their own gear like, "Hi, there Y'all play the rear, this whole year MY year" Metal face beard like Brillo pad Y'all know his steelo so don't feel so bad Seed call him, "Ol' dad," the one the ol' ho had Knew he was a winner since a swimmer in the gonads Okay pal, pay him like Paypal So we could be A-OK not OK Corral I think today I'll make the ladies say, "Ow" And maybe fuck around take a bow, now Who made his first mill and still carry razor blades Used to be straight A's and still made the grade Retarded ass, how he get cash so fast Year after last, left back in the retarded class Shoulda went to Boces Watch him all closely, who he think he supposed to be Villain who always win, at least he stay consistent Find out where that bitch went, get a room pitch a tent Yo yo, Max, yo change the beat yo You got another one... nah yo

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 talking 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 that Saint Trope... tannnn A can a ole gold too cold to hold, slow ya roll Keep on moving 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 Ok, 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', that's inviting all To the reciting that's dope and raw Hoping all y'all come in peace and its open bar Tear the roof off this Bumba Ras Clot By the end of the night spazz like Shazbot Spilt a shot made the pen lines runny An ill plot that's ten times Ben Stein’s money, funny How he rips the scripts with a straight face With more rhymes than is lines in ya database Placing rappers in endangerment, who's reckless With this food for thought sorta' like breakfast You could mark it off as wreck on the checklist Wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace Shit, that there, could go to help buildin' daycares Somebody say yeahh.. (yeahhh!) Pay ya fares,... give the Herbalizers their shares And y'all could pay DOOM in beers... Cheers!...

Jesus, the beat is cut in pieces like pizzas When he grab the mic deez nuts said "please squeeze us" He told 'em "hold up", after the punchline Single file rappers with dull rhymes and ugly shines In the ring with the frizzy bearded grizzly bear He win the thing with an exquisite rare dizzy stare Gimme here, I'll show ya'll how to do it right When he put the mask on he screw it tight, it's stupid light True story, you can ask Uncle Nu. [REFRAIN] I didn’t know that was you! Everybody sing! What good is melody? What good is music? If it ain't possessing something sweet It ain't the melody, it ain't the music If it ain't possessing something sweet- [MF DOOM] Dreams the heat beam is like a laser level Aim it 'til it straighten out, do your best to graze a devil Bass and treble peakin', make sure they even Be fakin' more and he break her jaw and teeth in Leavin' creepin' No time for weepin' and grievin', deep in breathin' Keepin' on believin', it don't matter Honing on the data In the zone zonin', ownin' microphone chatter Batter, swing! That's the thing he's known better for Worser than the casualties in the metaphor wars Forget your applause, bet- pause Answer me these questions three to get across Who's the boss? What size is them shoes of yours? We the wrong crew to cross, true or false? Don't look at him, ask Uncle Nu

There's only one beer left Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf Tempt me, do a number on the label Eat up all they emcees and drink 'em under the table Like, "It's on me, put it on my tab, kid" However you get there, foot it, cab it, iron horse it You're leaving on your face, forfeit I crush the mic, hold it like the heat, he might toss it Told him tell 'em they stole it, he told her he lost it She told him, "Get off it", and a bunch of other more shit Getting money, DT's be getting no new leads It's like he eating watermelon, stay spitting new seeds It's the weed, give me some of what he drooping off Soon as he wake up, choking like it was whooping cough They group been soft First hour at the open bar and they're trooping off He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road She asked him autograph her derriere, it read "To Wide Load, this yard bird taste like fried toad turd Love, Villain" Take pride in code words Crooked eye, mold, nerd geek with a cold heart Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart Study how to eat to die by the pizza guy No, he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezer eye And squeeze her thigh, maybe give her curves a feel The same way she feel it when he flow with nerves of steel They call the super when they need their back, uh, plumbing fixed "How there's only one left? The pack comes in six! Whatever happened to two and three?" A herb tried to slide with four and five And got caught like, "What you doing, G? Don't make 'em have to get cutting like truancy Matter of fact, not for nothing, right now, you and me!" Looser than a pair of Adidas I hope you brought your spare tweeters MCs sound like cheerleaders Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin DOOM came to do the thing again, no matter who be blingin' He do it for the smelly hubbies Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Teletubbies Few can do it, even fewer can sell it Take it from the dude who wear a mask like a 'tarded helmet He plots shows like robberies In and out, one, two, three, no bodies, please Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt The mic is the shotty, nobody move, nobody get hurt Bring heat like the boy done gone to war He came in the door, and "Everybody on the floor!" A whole string of jobs like we on tour Every night on the score, coming to your corner store There, it is done Now that the representative from South Africa has been Mind programmed All of the world leaders on Earth are under my control And when they meet tomorrow in special session I, DOOM, shall be voted "Master of the World" My plan is foolproof, but just in case And what about snow? Now, you keep your eyes open When I tell ya, start snappin' (Oh yeah, sure) Uh, ladies and gentlemen I am risking my life to tell you with, with great concern That I must warn you, I, I You must listen Many among you, have, have had their minds taken over

Wreak havoc, beep beep it's mad traffic Sleek and lavish people speaking leaking to the maverick He see as just another felony drug arrest Any day could be the one he pick the wrong thug to test Slug through the vest... Shot in the street For pulling heat on a father whose baby's gotta eat And when they get hungry, it ain't shit funny Paid to interfere with how a brother get his money Now, who's the real thugs, killers and gangsters? Set the revolution, let the things bust and thank us When the smoke clear, you can see the sky again There will be the chopped off heads of leviathan My friend, they call 'em strangers Anybody talk to him end up in some danger Can't reform 'em They pray four times a day, they pray five Who ways is strange when it's time to survive Some will go of they own free will to die Others take them with you when they blow sky high What's the difference? All you get is lost children While the bosses sit up behind the desks It cost billions to blast humans in half, into calves and arms Only one side is allowed to have bombs It's like making a soldier drop his weapon Shooting him, and telling him to get to stepping Obviously, they came to portion up his fortune Sounds to me like that old robbery/extortion Same game (Strange ways) Ya can't reform 'em

From the top of the key, the 3 Villain Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your Schwinn Turn the corner spinnin, bust that ass and get up Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow Flow from Hellborn to Free Power like Wilco And still owe bills, pay dues forever Slay huge when it comes to who's more cleverer Use to wore a leather goose ski with a fur collar Hand charged a fee for loose leaf words for dollar Ya heard? Holla - broad or dude, we leave food Eat your team for sure, the streets sure seem rude For fam like the Partridges, pardon me for the mix-up Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up It's a stick up DOOM brung that bum, there goes that news van again Act like you knew like Toucan Sam and 'em He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast Their rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace String 'em up, ring 'em up under whack junk snack And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked

Keep your mind on your mask, kid Holler for my classics, it's drastic Villain the hydrochloric acid, splashed it Pull the Nine, reached then he blasted, POW Ten stripes on a basket New York style wild Cheddar grab easy It's only entertainment though, when thought out completely Sad demeanor, could get him the drop and bag cleaner Master schemer Expert in that arena Puffin' Pasadena You read the grass was greener Black beamer I ate, she gyrate Rubbing shoulders of pigs who don't fly straight Just ate, causing indigestion Will soon regurgitate, into profits, no question Nosy agent sniffing around, pay attention You can take that to the bank "Thanks", don't mention Pleasure's all mine, ain't mad at y'all Clear advantage like playing paddle ball on adderall Be brief, that is all Aight, one more rhyme Self-snitching rappers who's lines is pure pork rinds

Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft sweet minor China was a neat signer, trouble with the script Digits double dipped, bubble lipped, subtle lisp midget Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go Ever since ten eleven, glad she made a brethren Then it's last down, seven alligator seven, at the gates of heaven Knocking, no answer, slow dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas Yes, no? Villain, Metal Face to Destro Guess so, still incredible in escrow Just say ho, I'll test the yayo Wild West style fest, y'all best to lay low Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough Before the cheddar get away, best to get Maaco The worst hated God who perpetrated odd favors Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers In all quad flavors, Lord, save us Still back in the game like Jack LaLanne Think you know the name, don't rack your brain On a fast track to half insane Either in a slow beat or that the speed of "Wrath of Kane" Laughter, pain "Hackthoo'ing" songs, lit in the booth with the best host Doing bong hits on the roof, in the west coast He's at it again Mad at the pen Glad that we win, a tad fat, in a bad hat for men Grind the cinnamon, Manhattan warmongers You can find the villain in satin, congas The van screeches The old man preaches About the gold sand beaches The cold hand reaches For the old tan Ellesse's Jesus What a messy fuss, it happens to the best of us Love/hate to raise the heart rate up to your chest to bust And leave you with just enough stress to cuss Ooh trouble, two's a couple, three's treacherous And got you open like the high seas Hoping like these for the squeeze on live G's Jive turkeys, they lucky if they survive the depths of hell, it's murky Jerky, come on work with me See how she's twerking the skirt with tits perky A flirt with a smirk that could body you in one shot glance And let 'em rot, I'm like, not a chance, hot pants!" Run feet, and keep from off front street That sizzle like the blunt heat, with business that's for under sheets Creep on secret missions, peep it Or else be in some deep shit, with more fishes to sleep with

Already woke, spared a joke, barely spoke, rarely smoke Stared at folks when properly provoked, mirror broke Here, share strawberry morinin', gone an more important spawnin' Torn in, poor men sworn in Cornish hens switchin' positions, auditionin' mortitions Saw it in a vision, ignorin' prison Ignoramuses enlist and sound dumb Found 'em drowned in cows dung, crowds flung Rings a tinkerbell, sing for things that's frail as a fingernail Bring a scale, stale ginger lingers Seven figures invigor Nigga, fresh from out the jail, alpha male Sickest ninja injury this century, enter plea Lend sympathy to limper Simple Simon rhyming emcees Trees is free, please leave a key These meager fleas, he's the breeze And she's the bees knees for sheez G's of G's Seize property, shopper sprees, chop the cheese Drop the bris to stop diseases, gee wiz pa! Doom rock grandma like the kumbaya! Mama was a hole hoppa, papa was a rolling stone Star like Obama, pull a card like oh drama! Civil liberties These little titties abilities riddle me, middle C Give a MC a rectal hysterectomy Electron removal of the bowls, foul technically Don't expect to see the recipe Until we receive the check as well as the collection fee More wreck than section Z What you expect to get for free? Shit from me, history The key, plucked it off mayor Chucked it in the old tar pit off La Brea, player They say he's gone too far Doom'll catch 'em after Jumar on cue lacka! Do what'cha gotta do, grarrrr The rumors are not true, got two ma No prob, got the job, hot barred heart throb Scotch Guard the bar the with cotton swabs, dart lob Bake a cake, sweet Jamaica trade in treats on the beach make a skeet 'til her feets meet

Slow it down some No split clown bum Your old hit sound dumb Hold it now, crown 'I'm Where you found them at Got 'em 'round town Coulda drowned in it Woulda floated bloated Voted sugar coated Loaded hip shooter Draw for the poor Free coffee at the banks Hit through the straw None more for me, thanks That blanks the raw That dang sure stank lit Sank passed the pit for more hardcore prank spit Crank it on blast Roll past front street Blew the whole spot Like some old ass with skunk meat These kids is too fast Juiced off a junk treat Who could get looser off a crunk or a funk beat?