MF DOOM

MF DOOM (born 9 January 1971) is a British-born American underground hip hop artist best known for his "super villain" stage persona and unique lyrics.

Operation Doomsday (1999)

 * Only in America could you find a way to make a healthy buck And still keep your attitude on self-destruct.
 * Rhymes Like Dimes

Take Me To Your Leader (2003)

 * This just in: they ain't even worth the worry Lying on their first birth and couldn't even hurt a Smurfberry Hear ye, hear ye! How dare ye Go up against the king who do his thing tri-yearly? They're too carefree with their mouths around here Off with his head, and display it at Town Square
 * The Fine Print


 * Type to just blank and don't show much pitty When I'm in the city I always keep a dutch with me Touch her titty till she ask me where the trees is at Or tell me don't squeeze that rats wanna tease a cat
 * Anti-Matter

Vaudeville Villain (2003)

 * Viktor the director flip a script like Rob Reiner The way a lotta dudes rhyme their name should be 'knob shiner' For a buck, they'd likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck To Vik it's no big deal, they're just a buncha knuckle-fucks.
 * Vaudeville Villain


 * Confirmation of your worse fears Ever since his first years had a thirst for beers.
 * Lickupon


 * Remember me God? clean Timbs with emery board' he only came to save the game like a memory card ooh shrewd, alot of crews is too rude and it's way too many 'let's not and say we do'-dudeshe said 24-7 I be on call he use his vacation days to watch Babylon fall
 * The Drop


 * But back at the lab he found the sleestack was right Not only was it three cracks of light between white The test show lactose, ambisol, lecithin Five types of aspirin and other kinds of medicines.
 * Lactose and Lecithin


 * That's for him to know, 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 wine-o? bring the wine out Cat wit a dead mouse is how he catch the phrase and, pause, plays wit it Kill it, and eat off it for days, kid it
 * A Dead Mouse


 * Listen up, new drink, named it after Chong's daughter triple shot of 'gac, with the chaser of bong water V a strong supporter come on, bring the slaughter.
 * ĈRaedawn


 * Great balls of fire, guess who just crawled out the mud the mire That could make you trust a motherfuckin' liar A real shuck n' jiver, Vaughn never been a duck n diver He spit on the mic, yuck, saliva Hold it like a drunk driver hold a CB on a sharp turn Still clutchin' his chest from the heartburn What's your handle? I need a Zantac, ock and thanks before I blank into anyphylactic shock"
 * Saliva


 * Stick 'em up chump, you know what this is do the right thing you might live to see your kids all he said was 'c'mon don't shoot!' so shook I think he shit his sean jean suit 'why you starin?' run your chain like an errand and your girls earrings, and what you wearin' survival tactics for when things get too gritty he feels it's his duty to the people of the city just so long as nobody get hurt it keep your average citizen on point and alert" 'ok miss, come up off that bracelet just got your hair did don't make me waste it' so, go to hades get the devil for his stash but no old ladies unless you're sure they carry mad cash like the one from the liquor store he watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score before he told her whore get on the floor she pulled out and let off like quick draw mcgraw damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo he would've let her have it, if he had the ammo it's all in good fun, true, moral of the story, son duke: senior citizens'll bust their guns too
 * Modern Day Mugging


 * (How far?) The distance was light-speed He went to see a buddy who said he had some white weed In case it might need, it didn't mean much For in his lean clutch was the elusive green Dutch
 * Mr. Clean


 * One day, he plan to put in a runway With enough land for his own projects and gun play Section 8 penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway Alotta y'all assed out like gay runaways" ...Gooey gum drops, who he got his style from, his pops? you gotta give the bum some props ask ya sister, her beat box is more thicker Doom, that nigga detox with malt liquor Villain for hire, admire the sound Make sure The Price Is Right before he come on down!" ...The way alotta clowns get down is unnatural This flows flipped like 'oranges, apples' Rhymes like limes to a Lemonade Snapple Leave her at the chapel, don't eat Scrapple
 * Change The Beat

Madvillainy (2004)

 * Tripping off the beat kinda, dripping off the meat grinder Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft street minor China was a neat sign of trouble with a script, digits Double dip/bubble lips, subtle lisp midget Borderline schizo, sort of fine tits though Pour the wine, hold the grind, quarter to nine, let's go
 * Meat Grinder


 * Do not stand still, both show skills Close but no crills, toast for po' ills, post no bills Coast to coast Joe Shmoes flows ill, go chill Not supposed to overdose, no 'doz pills
 * Figaro

Mm.. Food (2004)

 * The mask is like Jason They told the place not to let the basket type case in He could be some kind of wacko Waiting for the chance to heat the pipes like a crack hoe
 * Vomitspit


 * If I had a dime for every rhymer that bust guns I'll have a cool mil' for my sons in trust funds
 * Kon Queso


 * What up? To all rappers, shut up with your shutting-up and keep a shirt on, at least a button up. Yuck. Is they rhymers or stripping males? Out of work jerks since they shut down Chippendale's.
 * Beef Rap

The Mouse and the Mask (2005)

 * What we have here is a failure to communicate If you gonna hate, might at least get your rumors straight about Doom the Great, a lot more confident Came a long way since the days we had to rhyme for rent It was time well spent, vented Spelt and dented, hell-bented and heaven-scented
 * El Chupa Nibre


 * Looked like Apollo Creed after he fought with Rocky Rhymed in a broken english slang, not cockney Thirteen, his first queen wore hot knock knees Had to tell her pops, yo stop cockblockin B
 * Bada Bing