Trap Door

[MF Doom]

He moves the crowd like a cursor on Doom

No curse words, Doom the worst church nerd verse heard

Appeared blurred to a million true believers

Here's the supervillain armed dealer to the divas

Catch, amongst other world scandals

Butter pearl handles to match your girl's sandals

Plan was hatched by a pack of old vandals

Who flag was a black and gold patch with bloody anvils

"Hit 'Em to the Head" was the motto

And one more time to make sure them dead, BLAKKO

When you throw blows in a knife fight Paco

That's how it goes in this Modern Life like Rocko

Clock dough 24-7 cycle

When it comes to flows he got more than a mic full

Pull a broad like a dyke bull on a long bid

You're messin with the wrong kids Michael

... it ain't Jack-son

For him to flip scripts like camera, action

Villain! Grew up by the laws of attraction

For future generation's information - the black one

... Move the crowd like a buddha cloud

The purple, puff puff pass 'round the circle

A jerk well renowned for his work skill

He's out, the proof is the computer's down Urkel

MC a show via wi-fi

And paid way before we wrap it up like tie-dye

Hip-Hop sci-fi you can see hand to eye

Or can Tiger do the Mask like the Fry Guy

Just met a baby home make dome

Check lefts some folks ancestor home wreck

With blown backs these lesser known facts thwart evil

You got no reason, like short people

No offense, the street was burnt brass

Whenever he walked on the street it turned glass

On his lucky rat's paw in the crap drawer

All the world's a stage, where's the trap door, slackjaw

Logic, to keep your mind in the project

Drop the check, his job is to chop neck

That's just payback for nose there's no psych though

What they don't know like Bo

Won't hurt Diddley squat

Got to be kiddin me, not

Seriously plot, to put a hit out on the G-spot

Gypped like oozin out the kettles in they teapot