[Intro: MF DOOM & friend]

(Man, that's what I'm doing...)

(Man, you know, you want some of that motherfucking homie)

(Nah, I'm... straight)

Hey there boys and girls!

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

[Verse: MF DOOM]

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, Super-villain

Who wrecks clubs for delf in a drunken stupor chillin'

Ready and willin' to inadvertently foil that

Plan of the rhymers, they be whiners like spoiled brats

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 eye thirty

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

It's science fiction that's not permissible in no court of law

I live to rock mics in 3D

The only reason I see to stop is snuff the TV

I heard beats that sound like karaoke with monkey rhymers on a leash

Like, "Don't let this nigga choke me"

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

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

They locked Lex Luthor up in Green Haven

Since when– a nigga never really been clean-shaven

Misbehavin' rap stars need Listermint

Call me Mr. 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!") ...and tell joke

This could lead to catastrophe

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

Shots from the black bat that got me at headlock

Holdin' on to sanity by strands of bitch dreadlock

She told me, "Get off!" – I said "[*psh*] Bitch!

Let me set this shit off, so I could get rich"

So then this shit hit me like the point of intoxication

I'ma come out and rock this nation like ox defacing

A lot of niggas out is rusty like oxidation

In this world's strangest, most dangerous occupation (Wow!)

I could do it, I'm the Super like in your building

Villain 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

When bad men roll tight, it's actual true

Like a pack of big Bambú with natural glue

Who grip necks of deuce-deuce triple X?

He just came from 4D, follow the ripple effects

And it'll lead you right to him – oh, snap!

It seems you've 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

Yes, true believers, ain't nothing new to a–

Crook with special powers, like how to tell the future, "Uh, uh..." (Uh, uh...)

I picture Rhyme Of The Month, two page long

I'm in it with two gauges and my cape on wrong

Son, it's on, it's like a Raekwon tape song

With a fleet of superbad bitches, status: Rae Dawn Chong

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

It's national and geographic, down to the titty ball

[Outro 1: MF DOOM]

(Uh, yup, yup...)

I represents M.I. City, y'all

To my man Wiz doing his unsettling bids

You woulda got away if it was not for them meddling kids

"Over here!"

M'er F'ers!

"Hey!"

[Outro 2: someone other than DOOM]

{*drunk freestyling, mixed mad quiet*}

"Hey!"

At all times, nigga

Niggas get smacked up, backed up, with gats strapped up

Huh huh, hahaha...

"Huh?!?"