Microwave Mayo - MF DOOM

Chain-smoking beedies '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 him in the cobra clutch, when he spat the mad hymn

Gems, collection of brrrats Timbs and hats

Had no time for the pitty-pat, I’ll give him that

The rhythm hit him back with a right hook

Shook it off, caught a shiner, thought it was an aight look

Depends on the shades

The end of days fades, pretenders lay

In dazes on stages, DOO-Malaise

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 light 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 'em transform the game to the rules of foosball

She’s too small, any questions?

Him could squeeze blood from a penny in the recession

Keep guessing, 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 grey, metallic with a ruby stone

Rude like the type of dude 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 bilznitch like Denny Kucinilznich

No hitch, just a shit-load of spit and sneeze

Strictly G stacking up off a rack of hidden fees

Rap is like the gay club strip tease

With hippies on the yip saying «Hey bub, grip these»

They screaming for attention

Beaming 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

Filleted, 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