[Produced by MF DOOM]

[Intro: MF DOOM + sample]

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen

("Hey!")

I'd like to thank you all for joining us this evening

Let me know if y'all with me, y'all

("Hey!")

Just a couple of things I wanna say...

[Verse: MF DOOM, (sample)]

I only play the games that I win at

And stay the same, with more rhymes than there's ways to skin cats

As a matter of fact, let me rephrase:

With more rhymes than ways to fillet felines these days

Watch the path of the black one, the Supervillain

He wrecks clubs for delf in a drunken stupor, chillin'

Ready and willin' to inadvertently foil that

Plan of the rhymer, they be whining like spoiled brat

Who got more snidey-er flows and snotty nose–

And holds mics like he knows karate body blows?

Nobody knows the trouble I see

From the MPV fly dirty tailin' the bubble i30

For the record: this is some shit I just thought of, y'all

Science fiction that's not admissible ("Hey!") in no court of law

I live to rock mics 3-D

The only reason I seek to stop is– snuff the TV

I heard beats, they sound like karaoke

With monkey rhymers on a leash, like "Don't have this fairy choke me"

Hit 'em with a penny, so we can get these peanuts

And I thought we was nuts; I used to get free cuts

They locks Lex Luthor up in Green Haven

Since when, a nigga never really been too clean shaven

Misbehavin' rap stars need Listermint

Call me Mista Bent, I'm at where your sister went

Intelligent, used to write and be well-spoke

Now all a nigga wanna do is fight and sell—("Hey!")—tell joke!

This could lead to catastrophe

'Bout to stop the violence, right after these last of three

Shots from the black bat, got me at headlock

Holdin' on to sanity by strands of that dreadlock

She told me, "Get off!" – I said "Tsk... bitch!

Let me set this shit off so I can get rich right quick"

Then it hit me like the point of intoxication ("Huh?!?")

Nigga, come out and rock this nation like ("Hey!") ox defacin'

A lot of niggas out is rusty like oxidation

In this world's strangest, most dangerous occupation

But you could do it, you the Super like in your building

Villian, like trife Kinder is, in All My Children

Plottin' – and it's sure to pay ends

With some real mature womens and some more of they friends ("Hey!")

When bad men roll tight, it's actual true

Like a pack of big Bambú with natural glue

Who grip necks of Becks to triple X?

He just came from 4D, follow the ripple effects

And it'll lead you right to him ("Huh?!?") – oh, snap!

It seems you walked into a trap through rap

Zoinks! This place is filled with pretender willies

One false move and get broke off like end of Phillies

True believers, ain't nothin new to a–

Crook with special powers like how to tell the future "Uh-uh-..."

'Rhyme Of The Month', two page long

Bustin' off two gauges with my cape on wrong

Son, it's on, remind me of a Raekwon tape song ("Huh?!?")

With a fleet of the super baddest, status: Rae Dawn Chong

Let me know if y'alls with me, y'all! ("Hey!")

National and geographic down to the titty-ball

Rep Monsta Island City, y'all!

To all my brothers who is doin' unsettlin' bids

You could have got away if it was not for them meddlin' kids!

"Over here!"

[Outro: sample]

"Hey!"

"Hey!"