[Verse 1: MF DOOM]

Jumping to a conclusion, could stunt your evolution

Like the trees, dumped into some dust, blunt fusion

Old cocktail of mine, chemicals derail time

It's all good, as long's he ain't inhaling swine

Dare decline, scared money makes none

Take one, you should've flushed before the jakes come

Oh shart, specialty is flow art

Smart, but go in circles like a go-kart

Yeah, don't start, make 'em have to finish

Just bounce like gold-diggers

Once the dough diminish

Phony, it gets lonely at the finish (yup)

You see some deal dope, others steal hope

What's revealed is of a certain feel - grope

Yellow moist mushy, banana-peeled coke

At worst, could not be confused with real soap

Nope, you see disaster is intended

In the face of truth, don't ever be offended

Overstand the past to get a grasp of the present (psst)

I make it faster than you spend it

End it

[Sample]

You're a mean one mister Grinch

You really are a heel

You're as cuddly as cactus

You're as charming as an eel

Mister Grinch, you're a bad banana with a greasy black peel