Daniel Dumile
Daniel Dumile (born January 9, 1971, in London, England) is an American hip hop artist who has taken on several stage names in his career - originally Zev Love X, most famously MF DOOM, and in side projects as King Geedorah, Metal Fingers and Viktor Vaughn. In considering Dumile's quoteable lyrics it is just as important to observe single lines as is how they fit in the context of a complex set of lines or verse.
"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"
"Excuse me Mister, do she got a sister?
Who He not to kiss her? True, she do got a blister..
Not a movie-plot twist like a Twizzler--
If I needed my meat burned, I'd go to Sizzler.
Gettin' paid like a biker with the best crank,
Spray it like a high-ranked sniper in the West Bank.
Type to just blink and don't show much pity;
When I'm in the city, I always keep a Dutch with me.
Touch a titty!
Til she asks me where the trees is at,
Or tell me 'Don't squeeze that.' Rats wanna tease a cat.
Let the dog beg, wait up.
Who talkin'?
DOOM with the hogleg, straight up New Yorkin'."
"On the slow-mo the calm artist with the so-so chick
Chased them all like Cairo did to Slobodan Milosovik
Anyhoo, how 'bout them Yankees?
Once I leave off-stage the party people thanks mee's
If I may speak freely nasty like the freaky-deeky
At your local sleazy speak-easy"
"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"
"V bring the beef like a trucka' to Fuddruckers"
"Die calmer than a suicide bomber"
"'Remember me God? clean Timbs with emery board'
he only came to save the game like a memory card
ooh shrewd, a lot of crews is too rude
and it's way too many 'let's not and say we do'-dudes
he said 24-7 I be on call
he use his vacation days to watch Babylon 4"
"But back at the lab he found the sleestack was right
Not only was it three cracks light but too 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 in paws, 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 muck and 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 anaphylactic 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 john 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 civilian 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"
"Good googly moogly, see that loogie?
Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley
You don't watch her, he might Houser 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
"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"
Can't stand the beat, there's no sense bitchin'
Can't stand the heat, go get from out the kitchen
Ran through the street and leave a whole set twitchin'
Skip the stitchin', complements of the henchmen...
He rocked it, the flow got her dizzy
He keep a few knockers cocked and loaded for grizzly
It's no big deal, niggaz say they real
But ain't got no heart to bust shots at a pig mobile
Dunces, got the game all mucked up
Must be nuts kids, fuck up and get fucked up
Beat the heck out a rapper for street wreck
And laugh, playin' with a half a full cheat deck
Pull your burn it to earn you some respect son
And beat the next hun', to get a C-section
With no epidural screamin' I heard ya'll
Cats is talkin' coughin' up info like a furball
Do ya bid, don't be scared...
The wrong three words on the tier, will get'cha eared...
Everywhere blood smeared, ya should of been prepared...
Layin' there balled up lookin' all weird...
Villain, hold the heater on a cold day
And keep a old throw-away for a old fay
No way get bagged on no day
Doom'll change his name to Jose' Yo No Se"
Vik, known to pull a no joke vocal
when given the chance yoke ya slow poke local yokel"
"Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder
Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft street minor
China was a neat signer, trouble with the script digits
Double dip/bubble lips, sorrow less midget
Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though
Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go"
"Doom's songs lit, in the booth, with the best host
Doing bong hits, on the roof, in the west coast"
"Do not stand still, boast yo' 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"
"Villain get the money like curls
They just trying to get a nut like squirrels in his mad world
Land of milk and honey with the swirls
Where reckless naked girls get necklaces and pearls"
"Hands so fast he can out-spin the Flash
Known to smoke a whole mountain of hash to the ash
Boom-bash leave the room with the stash
Assume it's in a smash, Doom get the cash "
"It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like 'aye, aye captain'
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it
And can they testify from inner spirit
In living, the true gods
Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got 'Ooh Lords'
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords, (either that)
Or even one with two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's like the end to the means
Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos..
Slip like Freudian
Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion"
"When he had the mic you don't go next
Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need Kotex
Exercise index won't need Boflex
And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex"
Groovy dude, not to prove to be rude
But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food
Uh, what is jalapenas
Get it like a whuppin' when you holla at your seniors
"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"
"One for the money, two for the betta green,
3,4 methylenedioxymethamphetamine"
"Beef rap could lead to gettin' teeth capped
Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap
I suggest ya change ya diet
It can lead to high blood pressure if ya fry it
Or even a stoke, heart attack, heart disease
It ain't startin' back once arteries start to squeeze
Take the easy way out, phony--until then,
They know they wouldn't be talkin that baloney in the bullpen"
"He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh
A rather ugly brother with flows that's gorgeous
Drop-dead joints hit the wips like birdshit
They need it like a hole in the dead or a third tit
Her bra smell. His cards say 'Ah Hell'
Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel
Keep a cooker where the jar fell
And keep a cheap hooker that's off the hook like Ma Bell"
"A rhymin' cannibal, who's dressed to kill, I'm cynical
Whether is it animal, vegetable, or mineral
It's a miracle how he get so lyrical
And proceed to move the crowd like an old Negro spiritual"
"What up?
To all rappers shut up, with ya shuttin up
And keep your shirt on, at least it buttoned up
Yuck. Is they rhymers or strippin' males?
Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales
They chippin' nails. DOOM, tippin' scales
Let alone the preorders that's counted off shippin' sales
This goes out to all my people skippin bail
Dippin' jail, whippin' tail, and sippin' ale
Light the doobie 'till it glow like a ruby
After which they couldn't find the Villain like Scooby
He's in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit
Overproof drunk shit. But whod'a thunkit?
Punk, try and ask why ours be better
Could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater...
Yes, you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD, nude
(We need food)"
Oh shoot!, The goose is loose!
So wild you couldn't chase it down with straight fruit juice
Frown like the first time you taste cous cous
Stash the dukes dukes, troops asking truce truce
"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"
"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, crowns 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 rhymin 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 grease to stop diseases, gee wiz pa!
DOOM rock grandma like the kumbaya!
Mama was a ho hoppa, papa was a rollingstone
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 the mayor
Chucked it in the ol tar pit off La Brea, playa
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"
"They rock 'n roll like: 'Stop, Drop . . .'
and if they got soul, then welcome to the sock hop
hip-be-bop at ya block mom 'n pop shop
time it when when it comes to rhymin' is chop-chop"
Take Me To Your Leader (King Geedorah)
- The Fine Print
"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"
- Anti-Matter
"Excuse me Mister, do she got a sister?
Who He not to kiss her? True, she do got a blister..
Not a movie-plot twist like a Twizzler--
If I needed my meat burned, I'd go to Sizzler.
Gettin' paid like a biker with the best crank,
Spray it like a high-ranked sniper in the West Bank.
Type to just blink and don't show much pity;
When I'm in the city, I always keep a Dutch with me.
Touch a titty!
Til she asks me where the trees is at,
Or tell me 'Don't squeeze that.' Rats wanna tease a cat.
Let the dog beg, wait up.
Who talkin'?
DOOM with the hogleg, straight up New Yorkin'."
Operation Doomsday
- I Hear Voices
"On the slow-mo the calm artist with the so-so chick
Chased them all like Cairo did to Slobodan Milosovik
Anyhoo, how 'bout them Yankees?
Once I leave off-stage the party people thanks mee's
If I may speak freely nasty like the freaky-deeky
At your local sleazy speak-easy"
Vaudeville Villain (Viktor Vaughn)
- Vaudeville Villain
"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"
- Lickupon
"Confirmation of your worse fears
Ever since his first years had a thirst for beers"
"V bring the beef like a trucka' to Fuddruckers"
"Die calmer than a suicide bomber"
- The Drop
"'Remember me God? clean Timbs with emery board'
he only came to save the game like a memory card
ooh shrewd, a lot of crews is too rude
and it's way too many 'let's not and say we do'-dudes
he said 24-7 I be on call
he use his vacation days to watch Babylon 4"
- Lactose and Lecithin
"But back at the lab he found the sleestack was right
Not only was it three cracks light but too white
The test show lactose, ambisol, lecithin
Five types of aspirin and other kinds of medicines"
- A Dead Mouse
"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 in paws, plays wit it
Kill it, and eat off it for days, kid it"
- Raedawn
"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"
- Saliva
"Great balls of fire, guess who just crawled out the muck and 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 anaphylactic shock"
- Modern Day Mugging
"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 john 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 civilian 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"
- Mr. Clean
"(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"
- Change the Beat
"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"
"Good googly moogly, see that loogie?
Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley
You don't watch her, he might Houser 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
"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"
Venomous Villain (Viktor Vaughn)
- R.A.P. G.A.M.E.
Can't stand the beat, there's no sense bitchin'
Can't stand the heat, go get from out the kitchen
Ran through the street and leave a whole set twitchin'
Skip the stitchin', complements of the henchmen...
He rocked it, the flow got her dizzy
He keep a few knockers cocked and loaded for grizzly
It's no big deal, niggaz say they real
But ain't got no heart to bust shots at a pig mobile
Dunces, got the game all mucked up
Must be nuts kids, fuck up and get fucked up
Beat the heck out a rapper for street wreck
And laugh, playin' with a half a full cheat deck
Pull your burn it to earn you some respect son
And beat the next hun', to get a C-section
With no epidural screamin' I heard ya'll
Cats is talkin' coughin' up info like a furball
Do ya bid, don't be scared...
The wrong three words on the tier, will get'cha eared...
Everywhere blood smeared, ya should of been prepared...
Layin' there balled up lookin' all weird...
Villain, hold the heater on a cold day
And keep a old throw-away for a old fay
No way get bagged on no day
Doom'll change his name to Jose' Yo No Se"
- Dope Skill*
Vik, known to pull a no joke vocal
when given the chance yoke ya slow poke local yokel"
Madvillainy (Madvillain)
- Meat Grinder
"Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder
Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft street minor
China was a neat signer, trouble with the script digits
Double dip/bubble lips, sorrow less midget
Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though
Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, let's go"
"Doom's songs lit, in the booth, with the best host
Doing bong hits, on the roof, in the west coast"
- Figaro
"Do not stand still, boast yo' 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"
- Curls
"Villain get the money like curls
They just trying to get a nut like squirrels in his mad world
Land of milk and honey with the swirls
Where reckless naked girls get necklaces and pearls"
"Hands so fast he can out-spin the Flash
Known to smoke a whole mountain of hash to the ash
Boom-bash leave the room with the stash
Assume it's in a smash, Doom get the cash "
- Accordion
"It's like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like 'aye, aye captain'
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it
And can they testify from inner spirit
In living, the true gods
Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the church got 'Ooh Lords'
And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords, (either that)
Or even one with two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's like the end to the means
Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos..
Slip like Freudian
Your first and last step to playin' yourself like accordion"
"When he had the mic you don't go next
Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need Kotex
Exercise index won't need Boflex
And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex"
- Great Day
Groovy dude, not to prove to be rude
But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food
Uh, what is jalapenas
Get it like a whuppin' when you holla at your seniors
MM..Food
- Vomitspit
"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"
- All Outta Ale
"One for the money, two for the betta green,
3,4 methylenedioxymethamphetamine"
- Beef Rapp
"Beef rap could lead to gettin' teeth capped
Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap
I suggest ya change ya diet
It can lead to high blood pressure if ya fry it
Or even a stoke, heart attack, heart disease
It ain't startin' back once arteries start to squeeze
Take the easy way out, phony--until then,
They know they wouldn't be talkin that baloney in the bullpen"
"He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh
A rather ugly brother with flows that's gorgeous
Drop-dead joints hit the wips like birdshit
They need it like a hole in the dead or a third tit
Her bra smell. His cards say 'Ah Hell'
Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel
Keep a cooker where the jar fell
And keep a cheap hooker that's off the hook like Ma Bell"
"A rhymin' cannibal, who's dressed to kill, I'm cynical
Whether is it animal, vegetable, or mineral
It's a miracle how he get so lyrical
And proceed to move the crowd like an old Negro spiritual"
"What up?
To all rappers shut up, with ya shuttin up
And keep your shirt on, at least it buttoned up
Yuck. Is they rhymers or strippin' males?
Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales
They chippin' nails. DOOM, tippin' scales
Let alone the preorders that's counted off shippin' sales
This goes out to all my people skippin bail
Dippin' jail, whippin' tail, and sippin' ale
Light the doobie 'till it glow like a ruby
After which they couldn't find the Villain like Scooby
He's in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit
Overproof drunk shit. But whod'a thunkit?
Punk, try and ask why ours be better
Could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater...
Yes, you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD, nude
(We need food)"
- Kon Queso
Oh shoot!, The goose is loose!
So wild you couldn't chase it down with straight fruit juice
Frown like the first time you taste cous cous
Stash the dukes dukes, troops asking truce truce
The Mouse and the Mask (DangerDoom)
- El Chupa Nibre
"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"
- Bada Bing
"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"
BORN LIKE THIS
- That's That
"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, crowns 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 rhymin 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 grease to stop diseases, gee wiz pa!
DOOM rock grandma like the kumbaya!
Mama was a ho hoppa, papa was a rollingstone
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 the mayor
Chucked it in the ol tar pit off La Brea, playa
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"
Miscellaneous
- Hooks is Extra
"They rock 'n roll like: 'Stop, Drop . . .'
and if they got soul, then welcome to the sock hop
hip-be-bop at ya block mom 'n pop shop
time it when when it comes to rhymin' is chop-chop"
Sourced Lines
- Who's got the most whips, gats and cash? If you'd ask the villain he'd say who gives a rat's ass?
- As MF DOOM, "Bells of Doom", Convexed (2003)
- Just remember all caps when you spell the man name
- As Madvillain, "ALL CAPS", "Madvillainy (2004)
- Don't talk about my moms yo, sometimes he rhyme quick sometimes he rhyme slow, or vise-versa. Whip up a slice o' nice verse pie, hit it on the first try, Villain...the worst guy.
- As Madvillain, "ALL CAPS", "Madvillainy (2004)
- How Doom hold heat, and preach non-violence? Shhh, he 'bout to start the speech, c'mon, silence!
- As Madvillain, "Raid", Madvillainy (2004)
- After rocking parties they depart in a jalopy, watch the drop top poppy
- As Madvillain, "Rhinestone Cowboy", Madvillainy (2004)
- Got more soul (sole) than a sock with a hole.
- As Madvillain, "Rhinestone Cowboy", Madvillainy (2004)
- Easy as pi, three point one four, one more one false move and they're done for
- As Madvillain, "Great Day", Madvillainy (2004)
- If I had a dime for every rhymer that bust guns, I'd have a cool mill' for my sons in trust funds.
- As MF DOOM, "Kon Queso", MM..Food? (2004)
- Dub it off your man don't spend that 10 bucks. I did it for the advance the back end sucks.
- As Viktor Vaughn, "Back End", Venomous Villain (2004)
- And since when the rap game had to do with killin a cat, what type o' chitlins is that?
- With DANGERDOOM, "Old School", The Mouse and the Mask (2005)
- And we'll be right back after these messages, fellas grab ya nuttsacks chicks squeeze your breastsess, we ain't all that grown it's still funny like goin to the store with your own rainbow money, since that had an insane flow sonny
- With DANGERDOOM, "Old School", The Mouse and the Mask (2005)