[00:00.00] 作曲 : Burton, Dumile, Green[00:14.40](Chorus: Cee-Lo)[00:14.70]His name's, Doom[00:17.28]They wonder just who is he[00:19.29]But don't wor..ry,[00:19.95]Believe me he'll get busy[00:24.24]When it comes, to[00:25.20]poetry he's got plenty[00:29.13]La la lahhhhhh... la la la la lah[00:33.78](MF Doom)[00:34.98]Jump 'em in like jump rope, double dutch[00:37.29]Then turn on the mic with a thumb stroke, subtle touch[00:40.05]Cuddle clutch, is this thing on?[00:41.94]Like the fling with Mrs. King Kong, this spring gone?[00:45.00]Sing a song of slaphappy crappiness[00:47.22]He came to blow like it was strapped to his nappy chest[00:49.80]Surely I jest, the best on a wireless mic[00:52.50]Not an eye test, yet I di-gress[00:54.81]But why stress? Try and remember when[00:57.06]Maybe bit the tender skin-ned babysitter Gwendolyn[00:59.88]The type to hit and run and go tell a friend[01:01.98]Word to El Muerto cucaracha exoskeleton[01:04.80]He know, flow like interstellar wind[01:07.14]Tow a rap djinn by his toe into hell again[01:10.35]{*ahem*} One two, check me too[01:11.91]Loose wreck see through your gooseneck EQ[01:34.83](Chorus)[01:34.98](MF Doom)[01:35.28]Aiy! If I may interject[01:36.66]Rap these days is like a pain up in the neck[01:39.45]Cornier and phonier than a play fight[01:41.64]Take two of these and don't phone me on the late night[01:45.24]... the beat won't fail me[01:46.41]With more rhymes than times he washed his hands and feet daily[01:49.62]And all that kerosene ain't cheap[01:51.66]Villain been deep since a teenage creep[01:53.88]Peep - he always was a gentleman[01:56.49]And kept the pen and a pencil in his mental den[01:59.28]Right there next to where the Rolodex was[02:01.41]Before it turned up all burnt by his solar plexus[02:04.77]He don't know his own strength[02:06.36]When he's on the bone it's like the microphone's length[02:08.94]and width, ain't it funky like dingy socks?[02:11.34]Feel the full effect off cassette in your Benzie Box[02:22.11](Chorus)