It Ain't Nuttin'

(He's a shady character, what's his name?)
Oh wait now, got his card here
Yea I got it in my pocket, now, let me see
Oh yes, here it is (DOOM i see)
MF DOOM: It ain't nuttin' like, Hip Hop music

It ain't nuttin' like a fist full of cash
Or a bliss full of the hash
That twist like a mustache, from end to end
Spread it like a rash
From talking through your Walkman or
At your disco bash
Give me the Timbs Rumpelstiltskin brown
A metal face mask with a built in frown
A mic to tilt down, a hundred thousand pounds
And see how kilt sound like spilt milk clown
Cocoa butter on very ashy day fam
With Ray-Bans out on the islands of Cayman
Or I'll break it down for the layman
Bain De Soleil for that Saint Tropez tannnn
A can a ole gold too cold to hold
Slow ya roll
Keep on moving like Soul I I Soul
Hold the dough
Like a fool who stole pity y'all
From tryna' go up against city hall titty bar
The black mic is like a red violin
Ok, everybody back to the lab, try again
Bloody rap game like Leviathan
Leave a bad taste
Killin' my high like Niacin
Stop kiddin' middlemen need Ritalin
Hit me with the full tin of
Gin and I'm a kid again
Keep the bong lightin' straight
Through the song writin'
The Supervillain AKA the thong bitin'
That's inviting all
To the reciting that's dope and raw
Hoping all y'all come in peace
And it's open bar
Tear the roof off this Bumba Ras Clot
By the end of the night spazz like Shazbot
Spilt a shot made the pen lines runny
An ill plot that's ten
Times Ben Stein’s money, funny
How he rips the scripts with a straight face
With more rhymes than is lines in ya database
Placing rappers in endangerment
Who's reckless with this food for thought
Sorta' like breakfast
You could mark it off as
Wreck on the checklist
Wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace
Shit, that there
Could go to help buildin' daycares
Somebody say yeah (yeah) pay ya fares
Give the Herbalizers their shares
And y'all could pay DOOM in beers, cheers!