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Microwave Mayo

Dj Twi$t II, MF DOOM
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I found Victor Von Doom and his father The next morning, nearly frozen to death They have murdered my mother and now they have killed my father They will pay. All of mankind shall pay for this! Even then I had the uneasy feeling it wasn't Young Victor Von Doom who would need my protection Here he became Doctor Doom Chain smoking beedis 'til his brain's broken completely Get back on his feet, work out, and eat some Wheaties Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't fathom Had 'em in a cobra clutch, when he spat the mad hymn Gems, collection of brats, Timbs and hats Had no time for the pitty pat, I'll give him that The rhythm hit him back with a right hook Took it off, bought a shine, I thought it was an aight look Depends on the shades, the end of days fades Pretenders lay in dazes on stages, DOOM melees Eat it up, microphone, microwave, mayonnaise His own way was strange, but it matters not Tuned into a frequency tone that shattered rock Hold it down like Shatner do Spock, rapper jocks Need to put a sock in they chatterbox The block got lied of Vioxx stock Folks gather round, it's no joke like knock knock It's them, they came home to roost y'all And watch him transform the game to the rules of foosball She's too small, any questions? Him could squeeze blood from a penny in a recession Keep guessin', it gets deeper than depression The power of suggestion, wake a sleeper, peep the lesson Dig that beat Ripped it with metal fingers and stomped it with big fat feet And you know what they say, cut the hay Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated But today, it's all great, metallic with a ruby stone Rude like the type of dudes you could write a movie on Hardcore porn, did his own stunts Writ his own rhymes and split his own blunts once In a while, every other minute Eyes pop out, Popeye, heavy on the spinach Steady on his business and ready with a ill pitch Keeps a bad business, identical some ill snitch No hitch, just a shitload of spit and sneeze Strictly G, stack it up off a rack of hidden fees Rap is like the gay club strip tease With hippies on the yip sayin', "Hey bub, grip these" They screamin' for attention Beamin' at the mention of a scary demon convention You could cut the tension with a switchblade And serve it on the same plate of hors d'oeuvres a witch made Filet, persuaded the chambermaid To bet her paycheck on a get naked game of Spades Straight up, no chaser, no layaways Caution: faint taste of microwave mayonnaise DOOM has taken over every continent Here he became Doctor Doom