作曲 : Dumile, Jackson ...

[Produced by Madlib]

[Intro: MF DOOM]

It never really mattered too much to me

'Cause I was just too damn old to emcee

All that really matters is if your rhymes was ill

Girl, that's all that really mattered to me, oh baby

[Verse: MF DOOM]

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

Looky 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 pus-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 jalape?os?

Get it like a whoopin' 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... *ahem*

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 micro power he's sound and right reasoning

It's easy as pi, three-point-one-four

One more one false move and they're done for—