Trap Door

Lyrics

[Verse: MF DOOM] He moves the crowd like a cursor on zoom No curse words, DOOM the worst church nerd verse heard Appeared blurred to a million true believers He's the Super Villain, 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! Raw 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 Emcee a show via wi-fi And paid way before we wrap it up like tie-dye Hip-Hop sci-fi, you can see he had the eye Of the tiger through the mask like the Fry Guy Just made a baby Olmec dome check Left some folks' ancestors home wreck With blown backs, these lesser known facts thwart evil It got no reason, like short people No offense, his feet 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 noses, 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 Egypt out their kettles and they teapot