[Verse 1: MF DOOM]

AH-HEM!

Bust off your straps after Victory Laps

For a rhyme-o-cidal maniac, rap run runners

Kingpin numbers they kick knee-slap skat

Dreidel loose, Villain on the track in your town

Like Ringling Brothers, bring rings around clowns

Got ‘em bowin down in surround-sound, drown (WORD!)

Pawn somethin for a small fortune

Go broke, sell portion to an auction, caution

Name your price and that time's fourscore of course

No love lost, enter the town on tour de force, cost more

Give or take the off day, short stay

In case the gaudy shorty need the horseplay

Raw hay, rakin' in the dough, no connection

Came home lames bidded, still payin' protection

Villain no kiddin' when he ain’t rhyme checkin'

Or in the sunshine with a fine dime neckin'

He lightin' up the Olympic torch with sparks glow

A gimp god's corso, pass it off... Starks go

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Bringin' it home it’s the relayed laps; twist cats, put ‘em on they ass

The other half on they neck and they back

Prepare your vest for the Victory Laps

Take titles and give ‘em back, World Series Hummers

Veteran numbers, still spit that crack

Bottles of Goose in the backpack

Niggas talkin' like ‘Yeah Tony Starks, don’t you dare let us down

Your hits be immaculate, and accurate’

Like the targets of Jake Plummer (word!)

Started all that talk of bein' a gunner

Beef in the winter leaves the death in the summer

Switchin' the Franks, army tanks

Fuck a bodyguard, it’s me and the iron

I’m secure like federal banks, pirates

Y’all niggas better walk the plank, motherfucker!

[Verse 3: MF DOOM]

Bluka! Bluka!

Compliments of the gentlemen in all black

In the back, softball stack off the wall plaque

For all slack, track who diss is tricky

Hope to fix the problem with the rack & pinion doohickey

Not too quickly, they softer than a gooch

As I proceed to pop the clutch like a cooch, brooch

It broke loose, scratched the side slidin'

Disappeared off of the horizon, glidin'

You’re now ridin' with the rude gin and ginseng drinkin'

Sing a Sting song smooth as mink skin

Drop a jewel to keep the king’s men thinkin'

Filthy Metal Fingers leave the ink pen stinkin'

Move! The lab is in a mess

Wreakin', speakin' from the heart like a stabbin' in the chest

Leakin' in a cab in distress, blinkin', home

Poems ringin' in his dome, clingin' to chromosomes