[MF Doom]   The Villain ain't rhymin off cred alone   Let him get some cognac, a mic and a headphone   Smoke the mirrors, caught her in the mix   Couldn't read the shorthand for mortars and bricks   If any negative thought linger he let it vent   Wrote this one with his middle finger in wet cement   ... Did it on the sly   Before he's gone bye bye spit it on the fly   Brush your teeth, rinse and gargle   A true nerd who messed with new words since Boggle   ... And used slang in Scrabble   Rhymed with a Northern drawl, twang and babble   Flossy pen jargon to break the world record   Do a Faustian bargain and tape the girl naked   ... More spots than a leopard   Then he had to stop, the block was hot peppered   Shepherd, leading the sheeps out to slaughter   Kept your soul and repped it, everytime he saw ya   Tryin to douse a pinch of weed in a frat street house      [Cartoon] (MF Doom)   I'll make mince meat out of that (beat) mouse!      [MF Doom]   Welcome to the show   Remember whatever you do, do not boo the flow   Schooled the dumb on the number one rule of thumb   What a fool; still you never met a cooler bum   Give the drummer some rum, I'm sure he could use a shot   Just to get his cues hot, ensure he don't lose his spot   A stranger who speaks to you vocal   Danger made the beat get a freak to do the bogle   No bull, everything he wanted they grabbed and took   Whole lab looked like an ill left jab and hook   Even had a secretary to take the calls   Shake it and make it fall, I told her don't break my balls   Wherever Mouse go, trouble follows   The bounty on this pro was mills and "double dollars"   Vil's spills muddled flows that befuddle scholars   Thick Buffalo girl with the bubble hollars   She rocked leather and gold, a fat blouse   And need a brother with soul to let her cat out   Even if the rat couldn't compete with Kraus      [Cartoon] (MF Doom)   I'll make mince meat out of that (beat) mouse!      [MF Doom]   Tap ya toe, grime and strapped for dough   Rap for show, to let the whippersnappers know   Sucks to be them, now pass that loot   Up under the tux he wore a hazmat suit   Sounded like froggy, sip the groggiest of potions   Be up in the party with the foggiest of notions   On the list of lobbyists who save the oceans   Gave his donation to the lady with the lotions   Swoll hand itchin, the old man bitchin   Switchin with the fan with the gold band twitchin   Spittin like a bionic sneeze that freeze vodka   Just to clear the air like the Ionic Breeze Quadra   Sleek enough to outsly a fox   for a chicken pot pie, thinkin outside the box   ... Enough to taste her goody   But got no time to be wastin chasin putty   Out for Daffy Duck bucks, Porky Pig paper   Bugs Bunny money or Sylvester Cat caper   Offer DAT tape of rap, country or deep house   And      [Cartoon] (MF Doom)   I'll make mince meat out of that (beat) mouse!