[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 ya 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
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', 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 ya database
Placin' 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 ten could go to help buildin' daycares
Somebody say yeah (yeah!)
Pay ya fares, give the Herbalisers their shares
And y'all could pay DOOM in beers, cheers!