MF DOOM

Text: Rap these days is like a pain up in the neck, Cornier, and phonier than a play fight, Take two of these and don't phone me on a late night The beat won't fail me, with more rhymes, Than times he washed his hands and feet daily And all that kerosene ain't cheap, Villain been deep Since a teenage creep, peep He always was a gentleman, And kept the pen and a pencil in his mental den Right there, next to where the Rolodex was Before it turned up all burnt by his solar plexus. He don't know his own strength, when he's on the bone It's like the microphones length, and width, ain't it funky like dingy socks? Feel the full effect off cassette in your Benzie Box.