MF DOOM - A Dead Mouse lyrics

[Intro] Even then I had the uneasy feeling it wasn't young Viktor Vaughn who would need my protection [Vik] Motherf**ers, that's why I ain't playin with their a**, that's what's gon' happen to them n***as.... Motherf**ers done f**ed up, man. Ain't it some sh** like that? Yo I'm only rhyming where the drums is at Y'all n***as think y'all slick with that bullsh** bump that Y'all pay V for flowing to the beat Not for what he know that got hoes hoeing in the streets That's for him to know And for they to never find out About the kidnap, blind fold, and the blind mouse The coroner report say he simply signed out OH and I know Y'all wanna see a wino? Bring the wine out Cat with a dead mouse is how he catch a phrase, and pause, plays with it k** it And eat off it for days, get it! Who ever ain't get it ain't supposed to For standing still close to Bandits will ghost you No shoot, Sherlock I don't know how they do on your block Out here we rock on to the sure shot sh** still ain't stop, keep it on 'til your peeps is gone V be on the creep, no matter what you keep it on CD debahh.... oh... [drums stop, so he stops rapping mid sentence] Aw-... Ya'll motherf**ers... PLAYIN.... motherfu- V Catch the beat too ridiculously People think he study levitation's true mystery Had a pal named Ed Leedskalnin until he got him for his sweet 16 He said Ed be Wilin' Rumor has it things got violent He clobbered him and broke the f** out But he ain't try to rob him I told her don't tell your man. That's the trouble with these chicks Next experiment: Twelve strands from double helix No I haven't seen Kes, Neelix "Oh yeah? Why don't you stay away from her with those lyrics" Please Ain't nobody f**ing after her I'm out of here as soon as I fix the flux capacitor And OH, and speak to V in a proper manner Before he stabs you and put out all types of propaganda Stop the slander Chop the hand of a thief And cut the mouth off of who ever come out they teeth V sell time to an inmate And then tell him a rhyme for the hell of it to demonstrate They know who's the renown beat critic And do a street lyric like, "That's a neat trick!" Off on a tangent They ain't got a cent Supposed to went to management, and spent it getting bent Sparky, I had enough of your malarkey For one, don't mark me and who you calling Darkie? I had to take the n***a car key!