Trap Door (feat. 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 tag rate 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